Chapter 1722: Remove Wushan is not cloud 272

Chapter 1722, except that Wushan is not a cloud 272
This time, I was able to see Jing Ling in the assessment hospital, which surprised her.
She thought, waiting for the late assessment to end, she will talk to Jing Ling anyway.
The assessment is divided into three levels. The written test is only the first level. In the written test, many people have passed the examination, but by the second level, the right medicine has been taken, many people have been brushed down, and then the third level has been passed. Healing the patient, only three people survived in the end, and the other two were screened out in the second checkpoint.
Jingling, the first place in the assessment of the hospital.
Although Zhao Rushuang is only the fifth place, she is more excited than the first place, because she only wants to see Jing Ling every day, and she can still live with the hospital in Jingling, and she feels that the rest of her life is incomparable. beautiful.
After the end of the assessment, the five people who successfully entered the Tai Hospital were taken back to the Tai Hospital to receive their respective brands, saying that they can take their respective brands to the Tai Hospital from tomorrow.
Of course, after all, five people are new people. Too early hospitals will only let them learn from the most basic.
After explaining these things, a few people came out of the hospital, and it was not too early. From the palace, I could see the golden color that was gradually swallowed by the horizon.
"We come from me to introduce it, my name is Mo Zhifei." Mo Zhifei was very tough and well-behaved, especially when he smiled very well, very sunny. When he said this, he smiled and stood up first. .
Zhao Rushuang held a book and smiled and said, "I am Zhao Rushuang."
"Miss Zhao is the only girl in our few, really amazing." Mo Zhifei praised her very sensible.
Zhao Rushuang heard praise, subconsciously glanced at the mirror Ling standing on the side, saw him no waves, and gently rubbed his lips, secretly regained his gaze.
"My name is Luo Xi." The teenager standing on the left side of Zhao Rushuang said gently.
In the order, the next one is the mirror Ling, Jing Ling is probably not gregarious, silent for a long while, only reluctantly and coldly spit out two words, "Mirror Ling."
Very cold, clear and nice words.
Zhao Rushuang felt a slight tremor on his apex.
"Long time to remember the name of the son, I hope to learn more from Jingling!" Mo knows and praises.
Zhao Rushuang also smiled and nodded.
But Jing Ling did not respond at all.
In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Mo Zhifei pushed the teenager who stood on the last side, and the result was a bit of a stunned look.
The teenager standing behind seems to be thinner than Zhao Rushuang, but taller, wearing a blue-gray robes, holding a few medical books in his hand, holding the book's finger joints clearly, looks more like Zhao Rushuang's fingers. White.
The most important thing is that this guy feels very good... gloomy, temperament is good, but it is a bit horrible.
Mo knows that he has not coughed and said: "When you come, I see you a few and you are the thinnest. Do you not like to eat well?"
The teenager ignored his question, and his voice whispered and said four words. "My name is sorrow."
After he finished speaking, he walked away.
And Jing Ling has also nodded, indifference to leave.
Mo knows not to pick an eyebrow. "How can this be more than one, and how can it be done in the future?"
(End of this chapter)