Wu Zhiheng's questions sounded complex, but for someone like Fu Zhi, who was the teacher of the group of researchers in the research institute, this was like asking her what 1+1 equaled.
"The former is 3 grams, while the latter is 2.6 grams," Fu Zhi replied. Then, something suddenly popped into her head, and she looked at Wu Zhiheng. "So is this the toughest question of your school?"
Wu Zhiheng was stumped.
He felt insulted.
Wu Zhiheng's reaction was something the students from No.1 High School had not expected.
His silence could only mean one thing: Fu Zhi's answer was correct!
"I haven't even taken my paper and pen out yet…"
"Well, I guess even the patient didn't expect anyone to figure out so quickly how much medicine he could take to stay alive."
"Stop embarrassing yourself, Hang Yuan. Sister Zhi is the best!"
