35: Chapter 35: Mr. Shang's Farewell

Wasn't this steward, who was responsible for assisting him, Zhao Man, the second person to enter the room for the assessment back then?

Life and death separated, the future vast and uncertain.

Time is fate's most precise surgical scalpel, carving the lines of life.

They entered the estate at the same time, a step apart, yet now their lives were completely different.

On the right, Jiang Hanwen directly gave the remaining thirty people a pile of mixed red and black beans.

Each person received a large bowl, and they were required to separate the red and black beans as much as possible while the left side answered the questions.

A quarter of an hour later, the papers on the left were collected, and the right side was also called to stop.

For those on the left who claimed they could farm, Jiang Hanwen's requirements were simple: just answer the questions correctly, but with one condition—anyone who lied would be kicked out.

As for the right side, the assessment was equally simple: just do things diligently.

Jiang Hanwen first inspected the right side.

He called out names one by one.

"You, you, you, and you, you can all leave."

All those whose names were called turned ashen.

Some even knelt, crying and begging for mercy.

"Lord Jiang, I beg you, this opportunity, I..."

Jiang Hanwen waved to a steward, completely ignoring the wailing.

If kneeling worked, why bother working hard?

Others picked out the black beans and put them aside, a neat small handful.

You were not convinced and only picked a few, waiting to kneel now, making a fuss?

Only about ten people who were sifting black beans were kept by Jiang Hanwen.

He began to look at the answer sheets on the other side; a third of them were a complete mess, pure guesswork;

Another third wrote about their connections, hoping he would be lenient;

Of the remainder, less than a third answered the questions correctly.

Among the answer sheets, one person wrote about his connection, which happened to be Luo Maocai; the person was Luo Maocai's distant junior relative.

Originally, all of them were to be discarded, but there are always exceptions.

Jiang Hanwen pulled out the paper that stated his connection to Luo Maocai and placed it with those who had answered the questions correctly below.

He decided to open this back door once.

Then, he sent away those who didn't pass; compared to the more than two hundred people yesterday, only eighteen now stood before Jiang Hanwen.

Now that the favor was sold, he just waited for the fish to bite.

Jiang Hanwen was not in a hurry to leave; instead, he sat in a chair, examining everyone's information, looking as if the results were pending.

Sure enough, after just a quarter of an hour, the missing Luo Maocai rushed into the training ground.

"Brother Jiang, have you finished selecting?"

"Almost, I still need to check their backgrounds," Jiang Hanwen replied with a smile, raising the book in his hand that recorded everyone's origins.

"By the way, Brother Luo, please take this paper back; it wouldn't be good if the higher-ups saw it," Jiang Hanwen said, quietly handing over the cheating paper.

Luo Maocai understood everything at a glance.

He had thought this young man was lucky enough to pass, and he had come to give some instructions.

Now it seemed that was not the case at all; it was Jiang Hanwen giving him Face, specifically keeping the person.

To put it lightly, this was helping.

To put it broadly, this was giving him leverage, putting him on the same boat.

Heh heh, I thought he was a master, but he's just a fool, Luo Maocai defined Jiang Hanwen in his heart.

"Brother Luo, this matter is between heaven and earth; just tell him to follow along and work diligently in the future; as long as he's not lazy, there will definitely be no problem," Jiang Hanwen said with a smile, showing a simple and honest expression.

Luo Maocai patted his chest:

"Brother Jiang, rest assured, if he dares to be lazy, you won't need to deal with him; I'll kick him out of the estate myself!"

With host and guest both pleased and the goal achieved, Jiang Hanwen led a group of youngsters into the Medicine Field.

In front of the Council Hall, Jiang Hanwen handed the people over to Wu Qinghe, exchanged a few simple pleasantries, then turned and left for the side courtyard.

A person's environment shapes their temperament, and their position influences their demeanor; having long held the position of general manager, Wu Qinghe's Face no longer had its former rosiness.

He was cold, watching Jiang Hanwen leave... "Thump thump ~"

Jiang Hanwen gently knocked on the door of the house.

"Get in."

Pushing open the door, the two Elders were sitting opposite each other, not knowing what they were saying, very quiet.

The atmosphere was not quite right; Jiang Hanwen froze at the doorway, half a leg withdrawn outside the door, ready to leave at any moment.

"Elder Du, Old Shang, how about I leave first, and you two chat?"

Shang Zian clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

"Come in, it's good news, it's just that your Elder Du isn't happy."

After chatting for a while, Jiang Hanwen finally understood.

Old Shang had something to attend to and had to leave the estate; whether he would return in the future was uncertain.

After listening to Jiang Hanwen's report, Luo Maocai's distant junior was a slippery fellow.

Du Qingfu said with a tone of disappointment, "You only have this much courage? He's just a small steward, are you still afraid of him?"

Jiang Hanwen nodded obediently, saying seriously:

"My Father said that when working in a large Family, you can't offend people.

Just like this time, I didn't want to host the selection, but I was afraid of offending General Manager Wu, so I still went.

If I hadn't gone, none of these subsequent events would have happened."

"Alright, I understand; from now on, you can just peacefully Cultivate your Spirit Medicine," Du Qingfu said irritably, waving his hand dismissively.

He had thought he found a Genius, but he didn't expect him to be a filial fool, wasting his own eyes; he had even thought about entrusting the Medicine Field to him.

Jiang Hanwen then grinned; in his description, bringing in Luo Maocai's person was out of fear of offending the other party, an unavoidable recruitment.

With this report, even if he were reported by Luo Maocai one day, there would be no problem.

Fang Tong's incident served as a reminder to him: before seeking advancement, first prioritize self-preservation.

Protecting oneself should always be the top priority.

Among the people recruited this time, there was one whose surname happened to be Wu!

Coupled with the mysterious appearance of the Divine Breath True Scripture, Jiang Hanwen found an excuse for himself to retreat early, just in case.

"Xiao Wen, wait a moment." Shang Zian walked into the room, and when he came out again, he held four books and a white acupuncture kit in his hand.

"When I leave this time, I might not come back.

Like Old Du and I, we both started halfway; our medical skills are nothing special. You've pretty much learned everything you should, and I have nothing more to teach.

We were just discussing that if people in the Medicine Field get sick in the future, you'll be responsible. Since you're here, what do you think of this matter?"

Although he was only at the Mortal Transformation Realm, cultivators rarely fell ill.

Mostly it was improper Cultivation, muscle strains, imbalanced Qi and blood, etc., so taking over was not a problem for him.

"Don't worry, if you accept, I'll be responsible if anyone dies under your care.

Also, for the field, from now on, you only need to submit one-third; the extra will be your consultation fee," Du Qingfu sighed, saying weakly.

Jiang Hanwen looked at Shang Zian, and the old man chuckled.

Four years of studying medicine, not a short time; it was impossible not to feel something.

However, this was just the beginning; the path to longevity was long, and he would eventually see off everyone by his side.

Time was merciless; all he could do was to cherish the present when they were together.

"No problem, I accept." Jiang Hanwen nodded, easing Shang Zian's worries.

Shang Zian squinted, very happy.

He knew that the young man in front of him was afraid of trouble, and even his decision to study medicine with him back then might have been to avoid the vortex.

But now, the other party agreed to take on tedious matters, which proved that he still held some weight in the other party's heart.

"I've been in the Medicine Field for so long, and I haven't had a good walk around.

Come, take me for a stroll." Shang Zian stood up and patted Jiang Hanwen's shoulder.

"You two go; I'm tired." Du Qingfu turned his head, a little dejected.

In the afternoon, Jiang Hanwen and Shang Zian strolled in the Medicine Field.

"Hello, Old Shang, hello, Brother Jiang ~"

"Old Shang, long time no see, please come to my house for a sit..."

Many people greeted Old Shang, and invitations to eat at home were as numerous as clouds. Everyone smiled genuinely, showing their white teeth.

Hearts exchanged for hearts; this was the result of Old Shang providing free medical treatment to everyone over the past few years.

Finally, the two, carrying books, arrived at Jiang Hanwen's doorstep.

Father Jiang heard the movement and came out from behind the house. Seeing Old Shang, he quickly rushed forward in three steps, two, and grabbed Shang Zian.

"Physician Shang, you've finally come.

Son, boil water and cook! We must keep Physician Shang to eat at our house today!"

Father Jiang acted as if he was kidnapping, fearing that Shang Zian would run away.

Shang Zian smiled helplessly, his immortal-like calm and detached demeanor completely gone, muttering like a rascal:

"I'm not going anywhere today; I'll just eat at your house."

"That's wonderful!" Jiang Yong shouted boisterously, his joy overflowing... After dinner, Jiang Hanwen cleaned up the leftover dishes inside the house.

Jiang Yong and Shang Zian chatted outside, gathered around the Spiritual Plant fence.

"Brother Jiang, you've raised a good son."

Jiang Yong's cheeks flushed slightly, and he waved his hand.

"What's so good? He's just average."

He was clearly being humble, but Jiang Yong's smile was harder to suppress than an AK.

Shang Zian laughed; these father and son were both treasures:

"You are in a blessed situation but don't realize it; how many people..."