081 Fortunately, Hawk Eyes Was There

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The Fog City Tumor Hospital is adjacent to Fog City University, ranking among the top three. Formerly known as the Second Workers’ Hospital of Fog City, it was often called “Second Works.” Of course, the younger generation in Fog City is unfamiliar with this nickname; Yang Tang had only picked it up from hearing his mother say it so often.

“You brat, always calling this and that—who were you on the phone with just now?”

“No one special, just a retired cadre I happened to meet during a calligraphy exchange,” Yang Tang replied, half-truthfully.

At this moment, Yang’s father had also finished his call and, overhearing Yang Tang, couldn’t help but tease him, “You dare show off your mediocre calligraphy? And a retired cadre? Please, do you really believe that?”

Faced with his father’s suspicion, Yang Tang had nothing to argue and dodged the question, “Dad, what did your contact say?”

“Not much. He just said he’d try to ask around. After all, the exam starts in two hours, and everyone at the education bureau is running around like headless chickens!” Yang Jixue sounded a bit helpless. “But Xiao Hong, let me be clear: if they really can’t make special arrangements, given your current condition, don’t bother with the college entrance exam this year. Take a year to repeat if you must, or do a sponsored program if you want. As for joining the army, just forget it!”

“Dad!” Yang Tang grew anxious. “I’m really fine! If you don’t believe me—” He started to get up to demonstrate some calisthenics, but Mrs. Yang twisted his arm and shot him a warning glare, forcing him back down.

At the same time, Yang Jixue spoke sternly, “Your mother and I know full well whether you’re really fine. Besides, do you think the doctors were blind to your condition when you were brought in?”

He understood his son’s desire to take the college entrance exam, but no exam could outweigh a person’s life. If you lost your life, what good was any exam?

Yang Tang fell silent.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a white coat pushed the door open, a bit out of breath as he asked, “Is this Yang Tang’s room?”

Yang Tang raised his hand. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Excellent. I’m Zhang Chengliang, associate chief of neurology here. Director Liu just asked me to check on your condition and see if you’re fit to take the exam.”

Yang Tang shook his head. “I don’t know any Director Liu!”

Hearing this, both his parents eyed Zhang Chengliang warily. His father said, “The director here is named Zhou. Who’s this Director Liu?”

Zhang Chengliang saw their suspicion but didn’t mind. “I’m talking about Deputy Director Liu Sanshan. Besides, he’s only involved because of Elder Yan’s request.”

Yang Tang’s expression instantly shifted, feigning surprise. “Oh, Zhang, why didn’t you say you knew Elder Yan earlier? That would’ve made this whole thing easier! Mind if I call you ‘brother Zhang’?”

“Not at all!” Zhang Chengliang quickly waved it off, not daring to overstate his connection. “Yang, I’m half a student of Director Liu, but I’ve never had the honor of meeting Elder Yan in person.”

Hearing this, a glimmer of understanding flashed in Yang Tang’s eyes. “Brother Zhang, so what’s our plan now?”

Though disappointed that Yang Tang didn’t offer to introduce him to Elder Yan, Zhang Chengliang didn’t dare slack off with such instructions from both Elder Yan and Deputy Director Liu. “Don’t worry, as long as you pass the assessment, I guarantee you’ll make it to the exam in time.”

Seeing Zhang’s attitude, Yang’s parents exchanged confused glances, unable to fathom who this Elder Yan could be.

An hour later, Yang Tang was wheeled into the largest performance room of the school’s music building, an IV of glucose attached.

Nothing was lacking here.

Exam papers, air conditioning, cameras, four proctors, five other candidates with special circumstances like Yang Tang, and even a uniformed police officer of the second rank. Unlike the others, Yang Tang had a female doctor pushing his wheelchair—Zhang Chengliang’s student, surnamed Yan. Her full name and appearance were unknown, as she wore a mask from the moment the family met her.

Including Yang Tang, there were only six special candidates, so three teachers quickly checked their IDs and admission cards. The remaining teacher, with the help of the young police officer, unsealed the exam papers.

Among the special candidates, two were from different schools’ science tracks. Although they were all taking the second foreign language, their papers varied in difficulty. The only relief was that all six had chosen French, and regardless of subject, the listening section for both the second foreign language and English was the same.

Therefore, when the exam began and the listening section played, neither the candidates nor the proctors were caught off guard.

Yang Tang caught a whiff of Dr. Yan’s perfume from a few steps behind him, giving him the absurd sensation of stalking through wildflowers, ready to slay monsters at any moment. He dreaded that someone reeking of sweat might come too close, triggering a reflexive, uncontrollable response.

It’s worth mentioning that after slaughtering tens of millions of monsters, Yang Tang’s sense of smell hadn’t evolved to superhuman levels, but his ability to distinguish scents had become incredibly sharp. He genuinely feared he might suddenly teleport from his wheelchair and, by instinct, dispatch a “monster” on the spot.

So, throughout the listening section, Yang Tang had to exert all his willpower to control his body, which from behind made him appear to Dr. Yan as if he were trembling in great pain.

When the listening section ended, Dr. Yan hesitated, debating whether to approach and check on Yang Tang’s condition. She knew exam protocol well—she’d need to consult a proctor or the officer first.

At the same time, Yang Tang, still desperately controlling himself, didn’t dare focus on the questions. Fortunately, he had his “Eagle Eye” and simply activated it, filling in the golden answers as they appeared.

As Dr. Yan finished consulting the officer, both of them approached Yang Tang, making him—having just completed the listening section—bristle with a murderous aura, trembling even more violently.

The fragrance mingled with the officer’s faint sweat, which might have been unnoticeable to ordinary people but to Yang Tang was the perfect trigger to “hunt monsters.”

Damn, I can’t hold it back—Celestial Melody Purification!

At the very last moment before he acted, Yang Tang used his Celestial Melody Purification, successfully dispelling the hostility clouding his mind.

“Yang, how are you? Are you alright?” Dr. Yan’s gentle voice sounded at his ear, but Yang Tang felt utterly exhausted, like a dog at the end of its strength.

When Yang Tang didn’t respond, Dr. Yan didn’t mind. She reached out to feel his forehead. His temperature was normal, but his skin was slick with sweat.

“I’m fine, Dr. Yan,” Yang Tang managed, turning his head away from her hand, realizing that the suppressed urge to kill was creeping back. “Give me half an hour more, I’ll finish the test and we can leave, alright?”

Dr. Yan, a graduate of the Rouen Medical School in France, was momentarily taken aback. She glanced at Yang Tang’s answer sheet for the listening section and was startled to find every answer correct. The words “Why not just give up the exam?” died on her lips, replaced by a teasing tone, “Alright, you have half an hour, but the French essay isn't so easy, you know!” With that, the silent officer drifted away from Yang Tang’s side.

Yang Tang felt a wave of relief and hurriedly filled in the rest of the answer sheet with the golden answers provided by Eagle Eye. In less than ten minutes, only the essay remained.

The essay was even easier.

With his prodigious memory, Yang Tang had memorized three hundred sample essays for different topics. Today’s prompt closely resembled several he had memorized, so he drafted those on scrap paper and blended them into a new composition, which he then copied onto the exam paper.

By the time he finished, there were still two minutes left of the half hour Dr. Yan had allowed him. Not wanting to wait, he quietly raised his hand to call over one of the proctors. “I’m done!”

The proctor raised her eyebrows, displeased. This special examination room had been arranged out of concern by the school and education bureau; submitting so early seemed disrespectful to their efforts. But as it happened, she also taught French. Glancing over Yang Tang’s paper, she was surprised to see his answers were all correct. The words “Why not stay a bit longer?” stuck in her throat.

After Dr. Yan wheeled Yang Tang out of the special exam room, the proctor kept reviewing his paper, growing increasingly astonished—almost exclaiming aloud.

“Sister Wang, what’s the matter? Why are your eyes so wide?”

“Xiao Yu, just in time. You also teach French—take a look at this paper!”

“Is that okay? By the rules, we should seal the names immediately.”

“Seal what? The education bureau definitely knows who these students are; otherwise, why would they get special treatment?”

“Good point.”

“Yang, let’s get some fresh air—feeling better?”

“Yes, much better!” Yang Tang replied breezily, thinking that as long as there were no strong odors, he’d feel no urge to kill.

“So, are you confident about the exam, Yang?” Dr. Yan, rarely, asked a completely unrelated question.

Yang Tang paused, “That depends on how hard the math test is this afternoon. If it’s not too bad, I think I can score over 600 total.”

“You’re that confident? How do you think you did in French just now?”

“Pretty well, I can guarantee 120.”

“Are you sure?”

“Dr. Yan, why do you ask? Don’t tell me you know French too?”

“Not bad, not bad! You’re pretty sharp for a patient.”