Mu Qingxuan followed the group into the classroom.
The room was spacious—more than enough to accommodate the twenty or so applicants, with plenty of seats to spare. Mu Qingxuan scanned the area and headed straight for a corner seat. The others glanced at one another before choosing their own spots, yet they all, as if by unspoken agreement, selected seats as far from Mu Qingxuan as possible. As a result, the vast classroom was clearly divided, with a seemingly transparent barrier separating Mu Qingxuan from the rest.
Mu Qingxuan remained composed, showing no sign of dissatisfaction at being ostracized. Zhuang Pingchun handed out the papers, her gaze lingering for a few extra seconds on Mu Qingxuan’s striking features. She felt a silent wave of admiration. To be so young yet so composed, unswayed by the judgment of others or the environment—this was clearly someone with a steady heart and a strong inner core. Someone like this would certainly not find Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) dull; she was the type who possessed the necessary patience.
Chapter 49