I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

"Look at this person." Someone sitting in front of the surveillance screens, observing everything happening on the grounds. Typically, newcomers are watched for a week, with cameras constantly focused on them, returning to regular surveillance if no unusual circumstances occur.

The surveillance serves two purposes: one is to watch for any unusual situations, and the other is to see if anyone becomes mentally overwhelmed from immersing too deeply.

Yan Jiu heard his companion’s words but didn’t turn around, instead making himself a cup of tea. At least now with advanced technology, they don’t have to patrol the grounds every day, saving a lot of trouble.

"Those who can’t handle it are sent down for treatment and tied to a bed to prevent them from running back to read before they’ve fully recovered." Yan Jiu placed the lid on his teacup.

"No, no, hurry and look!" Feng Qi exclaimed, eyes fixed on the screen, pulling Yan Jiu’s arm back.

Yan Jiu was pulled off balance, causing the teacup on the table to shake, spilling hot tea on his hand, with the lid falling to one side, making him grimace in pain.

He swore if this kid hadn’t been his partner for five or six years, he would definitely punish him!

"Why are you yelling? Don’t be so rough! Ow, it’s burning..." He hadn’t finished saying the last word before his eyes were drawn to the screen where a young woman was reading.

He was shocked not by the young woman’s stunning beauty, but by her speed in turning pages!

In just a short while, she had already turned two pages!

While only two pages may not seem like much, these two pages could take others a year or two, or even longer to ponder over, but she did it in the blink of an eye.

Saying it happened in a blink might be an exaggeration, but while Yan Jiu and Feng Qi were still dumbfounded, the woman had turned another two pages.

"Do you think she hasn’t immersed yet?" Yan Jiu was too concerned to care about the red burn on his hand.

Feng Qi nodded, "Quite possible. Once immersed, no matter how skilled someone is, they couldn’t possibly turn pages this fast!"

Those they bring here all have records of how long they’ve been here, how many pages they’ve turned, and their average page-turning rate.

Beisitian’s page-turning speed seemed rocket-like; at least, that’s how it seemed to these people. They’ve searched nationwide, with over ten similar sites, but never encountered someone reading so quickly.

While Great Powers have visited, even their speed at turning pages was relatively fast compared to average Mystic Doctors but not to this extent. The fastest Great Power took two and a half years to read nearly half, then forcibly withdrew, afraid of mental collapse.

In other regions, some Great Powers are still immersing, with the longest taking seven years, yet the fastest hasn’t even reached two-thirds!

They don’t worry about Great Powers; these people can forcibly withdraw without falling into madness.

The two are in charge of monitoring this area; they must report any unusual situations immediately, which includes abnormally fast page-turning or forcibly withdrawing individuals.

Yet now they’re at a loss; this situation indeed seems unusual, but if Beisitian hasn’t immersed, it’s just a false alarm, meaningless.

"Report it or not?" Feng Qi uncertainly asked Yan Jiu.

Since Yan Jiu was older, he usually made decisions when unsure.

Yan Jiu rubbed his chin, pondering before saying, "Let’s wait a bit longer, and see after she immerses."

However, it’s the first time they’ve seen someone reading Mystical Scripture without immersing; doesn’t that count as unusual?

Yan Jiu planned to observe more carefully. If Beisitian still hadn’t immersed, they’d report it, since being the first case without immersion warranted reporting.

"Jiu—Brother Jiu...look at the one beside her!" Feng Qi pointed at another surveillance screen showing a man in his forties, with such nondescript looks he couldn’t be singled out in a crowd.

Yan Jiu’s gaze turned over and widened; this one hadn’t immersed either?

This man seemed to have come with the young woman!

Wei Zhongxun circled around but hadn’t finished exploring the grounds, indicating its vastness, with at least four to five hundred people here!

He worried being out for too long would concern Beisitian, so he started heading back, soon returning.

Beisitian and Desan were seated at a comfortable distance, back to him. He walked over and sat in front of his master, glanced at the book he set on the ground earlier, then shifted his gaze to Beisitian.

His eyes widened seeing Beisitian had nearly turned twenty pages!

"Wow, Master, you’re turning them too fast! Did you even look at the contents?" Wei Zhongxun was taken aback.

In the area he explored, fewer than five people had turned twenty pages, regardless of how many years they’d spent!

Realizing this, he felt proud; anyway, his master was extraordinary!

Having spoken, Beisitian remained silent, leaving Wei Zhongxun frowning slightly. Despite her calm demeanor, she was extremely focused; he’d never seen his master so focused before, or this engaged.

Is Master...enchanted?

With that thought, Wei Zhongxun gently patted Beisitian’s shoulder, but she remained unresponsive, making him silently curse; what should he do now?

He wished to grab the book from Beisitian’s hands, forcibly interrupt her, but feared she’d get angry and punish him; despite appearing carefree, Wei Zhongxun actually feared Beisitian out of respect.

He decided against grabbing the book, seeing her rapid page-turning speed—perhaps he’d wait for her to finish?

Even if her pace slowed, one or two days might suffice?

With this thought, Wei Zhongxun let go of the idea and turned to Desan, wondering if he’d already collapsed?

His gaze shifted over, finding Desan equally calm, missing his usual playful or unserious demeanor, surprisingly appearing profound—who knew this old trickster had such a side, but soon, he was thoroughly amazed.

He saw the book in Desan’s hands and his page-turning speed, slower than Beisitian’s but already at over ten pages!

"Damn, what’s happening!" Wei Zhongxun widened his eyes; Desan’s book indeed had over ten pages turned, and was still increasing.

Once again, he patted Desan’s shoulder, but got no reaction!

Seeing Desan’s serious expression, Wei Zhongxun finally understood he misjudged; this guy he secretly labeled an old trickster was actually deep and hidden!

Thinking back, he wasn’t bluffing when he said enchantment was a disease!