CHAPTER 829: CHAPTER 806: INTERVIEW

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the 500 youths in front of her; to her, these were 500 children.

Her actual age was already 33, after all.

The 500 children sat neatly in the chairs of the hall, waiting for Jiang Xiaoxiao’s interview.

Separated by this screen, Jiang Xiaoxiao could see them, but they didn’t know there was someone observing them behind the wall.

Lu Fengming and Director Xiao were here as well; they accompanied Jiang Xiaoxiao in conducting the interviews.

They also wanted to know the required qualifications to become a doctor.

They only knew Jiang Xiaoxiao requested the interview, but they had no idea how the interview would be conducted.

This wasn’t a test room. For them, all tests would provide an answer after passing through a certain passage—each person’s conditions, qualities, and strengths determined their future growth height.

But obviously, Jiang Xiaoxiao’s test couldn’t be seen through by them.

The door opened, and an elderly man with a hunched back walked inside.

Holding a broom, the corners were scattered with a lot of trash, unnoticed by most. The trainees looked straight ahead as the old man walked past them directly to the corner.

With a broom and dustpan, he cleaned up the trash there, as everyone awaited the entrance of the interviewer.

Suddenly, the old man clutched his stomach and fell down, moaning in pain.

Everyone’s gaze instantly shifted toward him.

Some merely glanced at the old man and quickly turned their gaze back towards the door, eagerly sitting upright waiting for the interviewer.

Some watched the old man, seemingly hesitant.

Only three people eventually stood up and walked over to help the old man up.

"Are you okay, old grandfather?"

"It’s nothing, nothing! When you get old, you always have some ailments like this. I was having severe stomach pain earlier; probably because I didn’t have breakfast this morning. It’s a chronic stomach issue. This isn’t the first or second time my stomach has hurt, don’t be afraid; it’s no big deal, don’t let it delay your interview."

The old man explained while pushing them away, signaling them to hurry back.

The three hesitated, then two walked back to their seats, while only one turned and opened the door to leave.

People started to whisper.

"Did that guy withdraw from the interview?"

"I think he’s crazy, someone out there doesn’t want to be a doctor. Being a doctor is so glorious. You don’t have to go out hunting monsters, and you get to enjoy gourmet food and drinks here. I’ve heard the doctors at the treatment center just laze around every day.

They live in the best houses, eat the best food, and enjoy unrivaled security with the top combat units protecting them. I heard the treatment center is guarded by three S-class combat units."

"Yeah, when I told my mom I got a notice from the building manager to come for a doctor interview, she got so excited, saying our whole family was suddenly going to climb to the top and become an elite household."

While they were talking, the door opened again, and the student who had left earlier finally returned, panting and holding a small piece of dry bread to give to the old man.

"Old grandpa, eat this. I only have one piece, but you’re the same age as my grandpa. If my grandpa were here and faced such a situation, I think I’d hope he could get this kind of help too. Helping you is like helping my grandpa."

The old man gratefully thanked him, quickly shoving the piece of bread into his mouth, seeming to swallow it without chewing.

Clearly, this excitement led to a serious situation.

The bread was dry and hard; the old man choked and rolled his eyes, though he still struggled to swallow it.

His face turned red, his neck thickened, and he collapsed straight onto the ground, lacking breath.

Clearly, this scene stunned everyone.

The boy who gave the old man the bread was obviously scared and hurriedly yelled to his two companions.

The two others, who had initially walked over to check on the old man, appeared to know each other from the interview.

"Quick, go get a cup of water."

A companion rushed up, accidentally knocking over a chair with a loud crash before running out to find water.

Seven or eight boys gathered around; some patted the old man’s back, others helped him catch his breath, hoping he could swallow it down.

Because this situation was becoming quite alarming.

The old man struggled to breathe, his whole neck thickening, veins popping out, using his hands desperately to scratch his throat, seemingly trying to make a hole to breathe.

The others automatically moved their chairs away, keeping a distance from the old man and the group of kids, unwilling to get involved.

Soon, water arrived.

After drinking the water, the old man still seemed unrelieved.

The kids looked slightly pale, unsure of what to do, as the old man’s condition worsened quickly and soon, from lack of air, his head tilted as he passed out on the ground, clearly unconscious.

"Quick, go call for help! Didn’t we just pass a clinic when we came in? Didn’t they say our teacher would choose us from there? He’s a doctor, he must be able to save him."

The boy was tear-stricken; a piece of bread given with good intentions resulted in risking the old man’s life, which he hadn’t foreseen.

Someone stood up with a sneer.

"Haha, you’re really naive. Have you ever heard of a treatment center doctor treating someone for free? This is asphyxia due to food blocking the windpipe, causing suffocation. Can you afford the Demon’s Eye?

What’s the point of sending him to the treatment center to be healed? On the 900th level, it’s basic common sense; if you’re sick, just wait for death. Why bother, moreover, he’s of such advanced age, dying is just freedom from suffering."

"Shut your mouth! He’s old, but why should he die; are the lives on the 900th level worthless? Should we 900th-level people just wait for death? I don’t believe in fate."

The boy wiped away tears and, when opening the door, saw someone standing outside.

Outside, the bright light behind him resembled him descending directly from heaven, suddenly appearing majestic, as if adorned with wings in everyone’s eyes.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the boy, "Do you want to save him?"

The boy nodded, "I want to save him; I want to save everyone. People’s lives on the 900th level are also lives. Why should we just wait to die? My grandpa once told me stories from ancient times, our ancestors passed down healing people as the doctor’s duty. They didn’t account personal gain or loss, didn’t consider a person’s occupation, gender, status; no standard was used to measure saving someone. Why has it changed now?"

The child burst into tears, squatting on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.