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, Felisa still followed her instructions and recorded the content of the pharmacist's lecture.

It's just that she didn't expect to make a record last night. At this time, her memory is a bit fuzzy, and she can only remember a general idea.

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

She put away the records she had memorized and was about to go to the concentration camp for wounded soldiers to help. When she passed a room, she heard someone arguing about something, the voice was quite loud.

Felisa stopped. She remembered that this room was for the eight people Mark and Jason. If they didn't go to the front to help, why are they arguing here?
The roughness that the soldiers had developed in the barracks made them not restrain their voices at all, and Felisa could hear them clearly standing outside the door.

It can't be said that they were arguing, they were retelling yesterday's lesson from memory, but because there were inconsistencies in the memories of several people, so they started arguing.

After listening to it for a while, Felisa discovered a very terrible thing - if she listened to it any more, her memory would be messed up.

So she immediately knocked on the door, and was embarrassed to find that her knocking did not attract the soldiers' attention at all.

Can you still make people behave like a lady?

Felisa swears that this is the first time in more than 20 years that she has smashed the door, yes, smashed it, slammed her fist on the door panel so hard that the people inside opened the door.

"Who is it?" The person who opened the door was very impatient, but after seeing who it was, he fell silent again, "Miss Felisa...?"

Compared to their surprise and embarrassment, Felisa was much calmer. She didn't 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 by Mark to shut up.

Obviously, Mark will come. He nodded and bowed to Felisa and said, "Yes, we are reviewing."

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

It's a pity that it's okay when alone, but when eight people get together, it's all messed up.

He anxiously waited for Felisa to speak, he didn't know if doing so would offend the nobleman.

"You can't do this," Felisa said. "As long as one person is wrong, it's easy to lead the others astray."

Mark also knew about this, but what could they do?They are illiterate, have no paper and pen, and have no way to make records. They can only memorize by memory. However, they are all adult men in their 30s and [-]s. They have long passed the golden period of memory, and they cannot remember much. That being said, it's easy to get it wrong.

But what can they do?They are like this, going out to find physical work, others will probably not want it, and they don’t know where to learn the craft. They are randomly selected by Olivia from thousands of soldiers. They don’t learn, some of them are People learn, so they cherish it very much.

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

Their hard work will only get twice the result with half the effort, maybe this is what Olivia asked her to "wait"?
Of course, Felisa couldn't stand their "efforts".

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

A tall and burly man like Mark, he timidly followed behind Felisa, not knowing what she was going to do.

The common people's fear of the nobles is deeply rooted in his bones. What the nobles have done to the common people along the way recurs endlessly in his brain, making every step of his life extremely heavy.

Felisa didn't let him into her room, but only let him stand at the door of her room, then she took out a pen and paper and spread it on the table, compared with the record she had just made, copied a copy of her question from yesterday, Then he asked Mark: "What kind of thread did the pharmacist suture yesterday, and what kind of needle did he use?"

Mark was taken aback for a moment, then racked his brains in a panic to recall yesterday's content, stumbling and repeating his memory.

Instead of urging him, Felisa listened carefully and wrote down his answers in a summary on paper before asking the next question.

After asking, Mark's forehead was full of sweat. He knew that he didn't answer well, and he could hardly answer the following questions. He didn't know what Felicia would do to him.

Felisa didn't intend to do anything to him, she tidied up and said, "Go get another person over."

Jason was the next one to come over. Maybe they were frightened by Mark's miserable appearance when he returned. Jason's face was also a little pale, but it could be seen that he was holding on to his confidence.

Felisa didn't care, just repeated Mark's process.

Jason was also in a daze when he went back.

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

After the eight people asked all the questions, it took almost half a day. Felisa moved her sore wrist, and then went to the pharmacist. After asking all the questions clearly, a textbook that can be regarded as simple was born. up.

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

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

Felisa sighed, and then distributed everyone's "test paper" to everyone: "This is your answer to every question I asked today, and this one is the correct answer."

The eight people took their "paper" and looked at the beautiful handwriting on it.

Even if you give them the paper, it's useless, they can't read it, at most they can only see who answered more and who answered less.

Felisa looked at the eight people and said: "You have two choices now, one is to only learn suturing, and the other is to study pharmacy systematically, you can choose freely, learning suture can be taught now, and you can learn it in two or three days Go back to the barracks and study pharmacy systematically, and you may not get results in two or three years, because you have to start with literacy."

Is such a choice easy to make?Not easy to do.

Everyone knows that it is definitely the best to study pharmacy systematically, but how can I maintain my life without financial resources in the past two or three years?
"This... please let us discuss it." Jason said carefully looking at Felisa's face.

"Okay." Felisa had no objection, she waved to the pharmacist, motioning him to follow.

The pharmacist also couldn't understand what Felisa was going to do: "What do you mean?"

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

(End of this chapter)