Time flew.
In a flash.
A week passed.
On Friday, the pharmaceutical school's annual special entrance exam officially began!
The usually cold and cheerless pharmacy became more vibrant.
The 40 examinees, their classmates, friends, and parents waited outside the school in a lively manner.
Although the pharmaceutical school had declined, the Grand Apothecary Feng Yangchu's name was still there. There were still a few of his personal disciples in the school who were teachers.
These students who came to take the exam were hoping to have a chance to enter their names and become Fengyang Chu's direct disciple.
Of course, there were also people who had different twisted mentalities…
For example, at this moment, a cold-looking girl dressed in black squeezed through the crowd with a stack of books in her arms. She exuded a cold and arrogant aura.
