"The emergency medication in your hand is only enough to save one person. Who will you save?"

This is a classic moral dilemma, commonly seen in movie plots, used as a trap to test human nature.

Save the captain, signifying loyalty and principles, but may lead to a loss of intelligence and a major disaster.

Save the criminal, signifying a broad view of the situation, but will be labeled as cold and heartless, abandoning comrades.

Therefore, there is truly no correct answer.

It all depends on the purpose of the questioner, and what they want to test with this question.

Fang Cheng hardly hesitated, calmly answered:

"I will save the captain."

"Reason?"

The elder examiner relaxed his brow, asked sternly.

"I am a doctor, not a commander, nor an interrogation expert."

Fang Cheng spoke steadily, his tone unwavering:

"On the battlefield, my primary duty is to ensure the survival of our combat personnel."

"As for intelligence, that’s for the intelligence department to worry about. Maybe the criminal might leave some clues before dying, but my comrade dies, then he is truly dead."

The elder examiner heard this, a trace of barely detectable admiration flashed in his eyes.

But it was quickly hidden, his tone becoming more aggressive:

"What if your superior orders you to heal a noble who committed murder, but was acquitted, and you must cure him, allowing him to escape legal punishment while freeing him from the torture of illness, what would you do?"

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, seemingly engaged in a fierce mental struggle.

After a moment, he sighed:

"I would follow orders and do my best to heal him."

Without waiting for the examiner to question further, he continued:

"The Special Search Team is a disciplined force, following orders is a duty. As a subordinate, I do not have the right to question the decisions of a superior."

"But I will take corrective measures after the treatment is over..."

At this point, Fang Cheng paused and offered a reasonable explanation:

"For example, immediately submitting a resignation and making a real-name report to the inspection department."

This response demonstrates both his own principles and an understanding of the necessity to obey orders and discipline within the team.

"Interesting."

The elder examiner leaned back, his demeanor seemed to relax slightly.

But immediately, he posed a more difficult question than before.

"Suppose..."

He stared into Fang Cheng’s eyes, the tone becoming deep and enigmatic:

"If one day you discover your father is a heinous serial killer or a member of a reactionary organization."

"Would you feel guilty because of the blood flowing in your veins? How should you face the stain brought by such a biological family?"

The moment this question was asked, the air instantly froze.

Fang Cheng’s heart stirred.

This was not just a supposition, more like a hint with ulterior motive.

He squinted slightly, various possibilities flashed through his mind.

Also thought of his father, who has officially been dead for many years, and the layers of uncertainty surrounding the Guangwu Gate shooting incident.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, a hint of appropriate solemnity and decisiveness emerged on his face:

"Bloodline is the result of fate, but fate is not unchangeable, the path in life, the choice is largely in one’s hands."

"I will not feel ashamed of my relative’s sins because I did not participate in the evil."

"If that day ever comes, out of familial affection and trust, I will first find him and verify face-to-face."

"As long as the evidence is conclusive, I will personally capture him and send him to court."

"Because only by cutting off the continuation of such evil, can it be the greatest redemption for him and myself."

As the words fell, the room was plunged into a brief silence.

The elder examiner’s face hidden in shadow finally displayed a hint of satisfaction.

He then picked up a pen, heavily marked on the score sheet.

He was Chen Bingzhong, the former deputy director of the intelligence department of the Special Search Team and a Special-level Investigator, considered old comrades with Shi Chengyi for decades.

Two days ago, Shi Chengyi specifically came to visit, greeting him.

Said that there’s a good seedling in this recruitment exam, a young man with amazing martial arts talent.

Told him to keep an eye on him within the allowable range of rules if encountered.

Chen Bingzhong loathed such backdoor dealings and connections.

Originally planned that if this kid was just a pretty face, even if Shi Chengyi spoke up for him, he would still brush him off.

Therefore, he specifically increased the difficulty of the questions, attempting to probe the young man’s inner darkness.

Unexpectedly, this young man named Fang Cheng performed admirably.

Calm demeanor, meticulous logic, possessing the sharpness of youth along with a clarity and maturity far beyond his age.

Not to mention today’s youth, even in his youth, he feared he lacked such composure.

As long as the kid does not display obvious antisocial personality traits, he is genuinely convinced by giving the "excellent" evaluation.

"The Q&A session is over."

Chen Bingzhong closed the score sheet, pushed it aside casually, his previously firm tone softened considerably.

"Next is the second phase, subconscious stress test, known within the Special Search Team as the ’Illusion Realm training.’"

The young examiner beside him timely stood up, turned, and opened the metal cabinet behind.

He took out a metal helmet covered with sensor patches and black cables, walked towards Fang Cheng, instructing him to put it on.

Chen Bingzhong raised his right hand, pointed at the Ancient Bronze Bell on the table, and explained aloud:

"In a moment I’ll ring this bell. Your task now is to wear the helmet and try to stay awake. The longer you endure, the higher the score."