Chapter 803 - 822: For People at the Bottom, Even Dreaming Is Exhausting
Chapter 803: Chapter 822: For People at the Bottom, Even Dreaming Is Exhausting
"This time, we are collaborating with other academies. Although it is a joint effort, there will still be some competition.
"Starting tomorrow, we will launch a joint university Spirit Healing Department ranking to tally the number of patients each student successfully treats.
"Of course, it won’t be an all-encompassing ranking. We will rank you across four tiers: C, B, A, and A+ and above. Those who place at the top of each tier will have the chance to earn a certificate of honor issued by the joint academies, prizes prepared by the department, and an opportunity with a top Spirit Healing Master academy."
The rewards were substantial, and the difficulty had been lowered. Naturally, the crowd below was buzzing with excitement. It felt as though everyone had a chance to take first place.
Dean Zhu looked at the restless youths without any displeasure. Instead, he added, "However, everyone must remember that when you sit in the hospital tomorrow, you will be ’official Spirit Healing Masters.’
"As true healers, we demand that there be no misdiagnoses or failed treatments." Dean Zhu’s face was stern. "If such a situation occurs, your tally for the day will be voided, and you will immediately drop to zero patients."
The venue fell silent for a moment. Wasn’t that punishment a bit too severe?
Afterward, before Dean Zhu left, they asked a few specific questions. For example, what should they do if a received patient was too severely ill and beyond their ability to treat?
The answer: Admit your limits, decline the case, and ask the patient to see the next person.
Or, what if there was an underlying illness that went untreated?
The answer: As long as the professors determined that the hidden symptom was genuinely beyond your ability to detect, you would be fine.
In short, the rules of the joint operation were quite detailed.
After the meeting, they followed some guides from Q3 to view their respective departments, bringing the day to a close. Inside the dormitory building, countless young prodigies waited with anticipation and anxiety for the break of dawn, for the arrival of another day.
Meanwhile, the refugees were also waiting.
On the planet of Q3, the temperature remained high even at night. The air was dry, and the blowing wind carried traces of sand—choking them while faintly stinging their faces.
Several rail-thin figures, about 1.7 meters tall, gathered together coughing. Among the crowd gathered here, some found the night too difficult to endure, so they retreated a distance to rest under buildings and along the roadside. The people still standing here were, for the most part, terminally ill.
They had originally settled here to wait for death. But upon hearing that Spirit Healing Masters had arrived, these dying individuals erupted with astonishing vitality and dragged themselves over.
They refused to step back; every single one of them wanted to be the first to go inside. They all wanted to live just a little longer. Even if it was just for one more year. Living one more year meant earning one more year’s worth of wages, which meant leaving a few more Star Coins for their wives and children.
"I heard they’re all from the Capital Star... They should be able to cure us, right?"
"I asked around, and I heard they went to other places the year before last and cured so many people!"
It was pitch-black, and no one could see the faces of the people opposite them, but the voices drifting in the wind were filled with joy.
"When some of them came out earlier, I snuck a peek." A man licked his dry lips. "The fabric they were wearing—it was sparkling and incredibly soft. Their hair was gold and brown, carrying a luster like a gift from the heavens.
"Those Healer lords all have snow-white skin—"
"Many of them are great nobles! I heard nobles like them can live to be 200 years old. They definitely have a secret! We can definitely be saved!"
This reasoning was resounding, and the crowd chimed in with agreement.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"That would be mighty fine. If I can work another five years, my old lady can live comfortably for a few years before she dies."
"That’s a nice thought. I want to work a few more years, too, to buy more nutrition for my son. He has talent! If he gets enough nutrition, maybe he’ll... you know, awaken, and leave this place." The mother who spoke had a look of yearning in her eyes. "Then he’ll never have to come back."
"Even better!"
"Eat more!"
Prayers echoed one after another. For those at the bottom rung of society, even their dreams were filled with toil.