Early the next morning.

Qin Xin got up early to get ready to go to school.

The practical part of the National Medical Competition is the most important. Even though she is a substitute team member, she cannot take it lightly. In case there is any unexpected situation in the competition, she must be ready to step in at any time.

Nalan Ye Jue saw her busy packing her special surgical bag and couldn’t help asking, "Even though you’re not the team captain this year, you still have to do so many things?"

Qin Xin’s fingers paused for a moment: "Yes, supporting my junior schoolmates with logistics."

Nalan Ye Jue glanced over her special surgical blades and equipment, noticing that the material of her instruments was quite unique and different from those in regular hospitals.

Moreover, including the scalpel, each instrument’s handle had a tiny Q engraved on it, which added a touch of charm to the cold instruments.

He memorized this detail in his mind.

He drove her to school.

As Qin Xin was about to get out of the car, Nalan Ye Jue gazed at her deeply and gently reminded, "You didn’t eat much for breakfast, have some more snacks later."

Qin Xin casually responded with "Hmm."

However, she thought to herself, there are no snacks at school, and the competition site is so tense that there will definitely be no time to eat.

In this way, it’s better. Hunger can make one’s attention more focused.

Royal Academy Medical Laboratory.

Since the final is practical and requires a real-life surgical room to assess the team’s capability, the Royal Academy opened up its largest medical laboratory, dividing it into ten professional operating rooms for the ten university teams participating in the finals.

Qin Xin and her team drew room number 9.

The Royal Academy had good luck and drew room number 1.

The team captain, Ding Yuanzhi, couldn’t help but smile broadly as soon as he got the draw: "This is destined by heaven. Our Royal Academy is bound to win the championship this year."

This auspicious omen boosted the Royal Academy team’s morale significantly, and their fan group waved small flags, continuously chanting slogans in the audience: "Royal No. 1, Royal Victory!"

Ao Xinghao curled his lip: "Number 1 isn’t necessarily first, hmph!"

Hu Yi puffed his cheeks: "Our number is the best, 9 is the ultimate number, our Xihe Goddess is race car number 99, always first!"

Qin Xin’s lips twitched a few times.

These days, she really found that men are very childish creatures.

Childish when giving gifts.

Even childish when drawing lots.

While Ao Xinghao and his team were busy bantering with Ding Yuanzhi over who got the better draw, Qin Xin lowered her eyes to read the final exam rules.

The final is the practical part, divided into two sections.

The first round is a computer-simulated practice.

This means setting up a virtual body tissue module and a virtual disease area using a computer program, and then participating team members perform virtual treatment using surgical instruments equipped with sensors.

Every move will be transmitted in real-time into the computer program, displaying the surgical outcome on the screen.

The benefit of this approach is that it can assess some of the more difficult surgical knowledge points in the first round, filtering out some unqualified teams.

After all, the participants are students, and this also avoids unskilled students from harming volunteers’ bodies.

Five teams advance past the first round to the second round, where real-life patient volunteers come on stage for on-site operation, to decide the final champion team.

Qin Xin glanced at the first round’s exam topic.

Retinal detachment repair surgery.

The examiners are really tricky. It isn’t a major surgery, but it tests beginners’ fine operation skills extensively.

Even for ophthalmology doctoral students, doing it perfectly isn’t easy.