Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 330 The pain of not being able to write

Although she didn't know what Olivia was going to do, Felissa still followed her instructions and recorded the pharmacist's lecture.

It's just that she didn't expect to record it last night. Her memory was a bit fuzzy at this time and she could only remember a rough outline.

Fortunately, she still remembered every question she asked during the guidance. She wrote down the questions first and asked the pharmacist later.

She put down the notes and prepared to go to the concentration camp for wounded soldiers to help. When she passed a room, she heard someone arguing with a loud voice.

Felissa stopped. She remembered that this room was for Mark and Jason's eight people. If they didn't go to the front to help, why were they quarreling here?

The roughness the soldiers developed in the military camp prevented them from restraining their voices at all. Felicia stood outside the door and could hear clearly.

It can't be said that they were quarreling. They were reciting yesterday's lesson from memory, but because several people's memories were inconsistent, they started to argue.

After listening for a while, Felissa discovered something very fatal - if she continued to listen, her memory would be messed up.

So she immediately stepped forward to knock on the door, and then found to her embarrassment that her knocking on the door did not attract the soldiers' attention at all.

Can we still let people be a good lady?

Felissa swore that this was the first time she had smashed the door in almost twenty years. Yes, she had smashed the door hard with her fist, and then the person inside opened the door.

"Who is it?" The person who opened the door was very impatient, but when he saw who it was, he remained silent, "Miss Felicia...?"

Compared to their surprise and embarrassment, Felissa was much more calm. She did not enter the door, but just stood at the door and looked at them: "Are you reciting last night's lesson?"

"We didn't..." Someone replied subconsciously, but was pulled to shut up by Mark.

Mark was obviously up to something. He nodded and bowed to Felissa and said, "Yes, we are reviewing."

He knew very well why they were here and what would happen if they didn't do well, so he organized this "review meeting" by himself, trying to piece together the memories of eight people to see if he could get

A complete teaching.

Unfortunately, it's fine when I'm alone, but when eight people get together, it's all chaos.

He waited anxiously for Felissa to speak, not knowing whether doing so would offend the nobleman.

"You can't do this," Felissa said. "As long as one person is wrong, it will easily lead others astray."

Mark also knew this, but what could they do? They were illiterate, had no paper and pen, and had no way to take notes. They could only rely on their memory to memorize by rote. But they were all adult men in their twenties and thirties.

The golden period of memory has passed, and it is difficult to remember many things without mentioning them, and it is easy to remember them incorrectly.

But what can they do? They go out to find manual labor that others will most likely not want, and they don’t know where to learn a craft. They were selected by Olivia from thousands of soldiers.

They don't learn from this opportunity, but others do, so they cherish it very much.

After mumbling for a long time, Mark could only say: "We will continue to work hard."

Their efforts will only achieve half the result with half the effort. Maybe this is what Olivia wants her to "wait"?

Of course Felissa couldn't stand their "efforts".

"The people I've selected come here one by one, and the others stay in the room." After she finished explaining, she selected Mark first and asked him to follow her.

Mark, such a tall and powerful man, followed Felissa timidly, not knowing what she was going to do.

Ordinary civilians' fear of nobles is engraved in their bones, and the things the nobles have done to civilians along the way are endlessly reincarnated in his brain, making every step he takes extremely heavy.

Felissa did not let him enter her room, and only asked him to stand at the door of her room. Then she took out a pen and paper and spread it on the table. She compared it with the record she had just made and made a copy of yesterday's questions.

Then he asked Mark: "What kind of thread did the pharmacist use for suturing yesterday, and what kind of needle did he use?"

Mark was stunned for a moment, and then he racked his brains in a panic to recall yesterday's content, stumbling over his memory.

Felissa did not rush him, but listened carefully, wrote a summary of his answers on paper, and then asked the next question.

After asking, Mark's forehead was already covered with sweat. He knew that his answer was not good. He could hardly answer the following questions. He didn't know what Felissa would do to him.

Felissa had no intention of doing anything to him. She sorted it out and said, "Go and call another person over."

The next person to come over was Jason. Perhaps Mark's miserable appearance when he returned frightened them. Jason's face was also a little pale, but he could tell that he was holding on to his strength.

Felissa didn't care and just repeated Mark's process.

Jason was also confused when he went back.

But the third person was better. Perhaps he knew from Mark and Jason that there was no danger, so he seemed calmer.

After eight people asked all the questions, almost half a day passed. Felicia stretched her sore wrist, and then went to the pharmacist. After asking all the questions clearly, a crude textbook was born.

Already.

At night, the pharmacist and the eight soldiers looked at Felissa eagerly, as if waiting for her decision.

It’s over, I really don’t know who should be the teacher.

Felissa sighed, and then distributed everyone's "test paper" to everyone: "This is your answer to each of my questions today, and this one is the correct answer."

The eight people took their "papers" and looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the beautiful handwriting on them.

Even if you give them the paper, there is no use. They can't understand it. At most, they can only see who answered more and who answered less.

Felicia looked at the eight people and said: "You have two choices now. One is to only learn suturing, and the other is to study medicine systematically. You can choose freely. Learning suturing can be taught now, and you can learn it in two or three days."

If you go back to the military camp and study pharmacy systematically, you may not be able to achieve results in two or three years, because you have to start with literacy."

Is this choice easy to make? It’s not easy to make.

Everyone knows that it is best to study pharmacy systematically, but if you have no financial resources in the past two or three years, how can you maintain your life?

"This...please let us discuss this." Jason said carefully looking at Felissa's face.

"Okay." Felissa had no objection. She waved to the pharmacist and motioned for him to follow him away.

The pharmacist also couldn’t understand what Felissa was going to do: “What do you mean?”

Felissa said: "Didn't Olivia say wait and see? Maybe this is what we have to wait for. I just want to see their choice."

(End of chapter)