Chapter 448: Chapter 448: Are You Referring to Xu Qinghuan When You Say "Some People"?

Zhou Huiyan’s words made the somewhat noisy class suddenly quiet.

This class was political thought, a large lecture.

But even for a large lecture, everyone was from the same major.

This large lecture included two classes, the fifth and sixth clinical classes. The pathology was also taught by the old man in the fifth class; otherwise, Zhou Huiyan wouldn’t seize this chance to stir things up.

Xu Qinghuan wasn’t afraid of trouble, but if she could avoid it, she’d prefer fewer hassles, "Did Cen Laoshi talk to you?"

Zhou Huiyan was taken aback, "No, I heard it."

"Then go ask Cen Laoshi, why ask me? How should I know?" Xu Qinghuan said bluntly, standing up and waving her exercise book, "After class, I’ll take the exercise books, so hurry up if you haven’t finished."

Once she spoke, another ten or so classmates handed in their work.

Wu Yingsong came over and asked, "Xu, this pathology is too difficult, I have a question I can’t solve. Can I ask you for help?"

Xu Qinghuan nodded.

He opened his exercise book, showing the copied questions, pointing to the last one, "How do you do this question?"

Xu Qinghuan glanced at his exercises; there were five questions in total, and he’d completed four. Regardless of his handwriting, the first four questions were answered quite comprehensively.

However, the last question and the second one were related; if he could answer the second question, the last one wouldn’t be entirely blank.

So, seeking help was fake; probing her situation was real.

Xu Qinghuan handed her exercise book to him, "Look at it yourself!"

Wu Yingsong flipped open the cover and his eyes lit up—Xu Qinghuan’s handwriting was truly a pleasure to behold, like a calligrapher. He looked at the answers, concise yet comprehensive, impeccable.

After Wu Yingsong finished reading, the class bell rang. He returned the exercise book to Xu Qinghuan, "Thanks, I’ll submit my work after class."

Once back at his seat, his desk mate asked, "How was it?"

"If I were Cen Laoshi, I’d choose her too, she’s remarkable." Having seen her work, Wu Yingsong was sincerely convinced.

Not to mention anything else, her handwriting alone was unmatched by most.

When he wrote assignments, mistakes needed corrections that marred the pages, while hers was pristine, more beautiful than printed text.

Their conversation was overheard by Zhou Huiyan and Xu Bingbing in front.

Zhou Huiyan whispered, "Is it possible that she really snagged this opportunity? Bingbing, what do you think? Are you giving up? What will happen with your grandfather later?"

Xu Bingbing’s family used to run an apothecary; Xu Li Ji was a famous one in Yan City, with a history spanning a hundred years, but later it had to be closed due to circumstances.

Fortunately, they had saved many people; regardless of the situation, there was no shortage of doctors, so the old man maneuvered his children into hospitals and retreated himself.

He would only step in personally for special cases.

Now, the situation had improved, and Xu Li Ji was sure to reopen. The old man had been planning this; his children lacked talent, so among his grandchildren, eldest grandson Xu Qin’an and granddaughter Xu Bingbing were personally cultivated.

Xu Bingbing surpassed Xu Qin’an in talent, even as a child when reciting the Shennong’s Materia Medica, she was quicker than Xu Qin’an.

The old man was fair too and said that whoever would take over Xu Li Ji in the future would depend on their ability.

If she could become Cen Laoshi’s closed-door disciple, it would be the biggest advantage.

Xu Bingbing remained silent, Zhou Huiyan urged, "Hey, what exactly are you thinking?"

"It’s not decided yet, is it."

Xu Bingbing pretended not to understand Zhou Huiyan’s thoughts; they were high school classmates. Only the two of them got into the medical department, naturally drawing them together.

Xu Bingbing knew well that Zhou Huiyan liked her cousin Xu Qin’an, she might not wish for her to become Cen Laoshi’s closed-door disciple.

If Zhou Huiyan could become Cen Laoshi’s closed-door disciple, her aunt would surely support Xu Qin’an in marrying Zhou Huiyan, adding points for Xu Qin’an.

It really was quite interesting within.

After the political thought class, Xu Qinghuan left with thirty-six exercise books, skipping the next two English sessions.

She planned to become Cen Laoshi’s disciple as soon as possible; through Cen Laoshi, she could access topics and avoid wasting time on these dull basic courses.

Jiang Dongxue came to class again, not seeing Xu Qinghuan, she was displeased.

Whether Xu Qinghuan was there or not, Jiang felt upset.

"Class monitor, isn’t that classmate in your class planning on coming at all?" Jiang Dongxue had lost the mood to teach.

Wu Yingsong stood up, but he didn’t know how to answer.

Jiang Dongxue seemed to have a grudge with Xu Qinghuan, picking up her materials, "If this class’s situation isn’t resolved, I’m temporarily stopping teaching, sort it out, and then I’ll resume." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Before Wu Yingsong processed it, Jiang Dongxue stomped out.

He turned to ask his tablemate, "What’s going on, what does it have to do with us?"

Liu Xiaojun disliked hearing that, "How doesn’t it relate? Does Xu Qinghuan have any respect for teachers? She was late, the teacher criticized her a bit, and she hasn’t come since, is that right?

If I were the teacher, I wouldn’t come to this class either. Class monitor, solve it quick, we can’t let one person’s disobedience affect the entire class!"

"Really, just kick her out of our class, she’s been missing class permanently." Zhou Huiyan said.

Xu Qinghuan found Li Hu, "Could you help hand this leave slip to the department? I have surgery scheduled at the Army General Hospital next week, so won’t have time for classes, need a week off."

Li Hu asked, "What surgery? Can I watch?"

Xu Qinghuan replied, "Next time, this one is a heart surgery, quite complex, no plans for observers."

Although Li Hu felt regret, he understood, "And about Jiang Laoshi, what do you plan to do?"

Xu Qinghuan said, "Apologizing and yielding is impossible. I do have faults, but this teacher is more outrageous, honestly speaking, her English class isn’t worth my attention—her accent is too poor."

Jiang Dongxue, sitting in Cen Zhongshu’s office, angrily complained about Xu Qinghuan.

"I heard she’s the top in Hei Province, questioning if I’m teaching poorly. She was late the first class; I criticized and she hasn’t returned. Such students lack proper mentality, if she doesn’t leave this class, I won’t teach this class anymore."

Cen Laoshi looked at her, "I can empathize with the hardships you’ve endured over the years and your grievances, youthful years spent in the countryside. But those are results of the era, not any one person. If you can’t move past it, suffering remains yours."

Tearfully, Jiang Dongxue responded, "Cen Laoshi, you were classmates with my father, traveling to Europe together, I can only confide in you. I feel life’s been unjust, why must I endure such torment?

Though the era’s iniquities aren’t universal, some still live gloriously, why is that?"

Cen Laoshi had this talk with her many times, guiding her repeatedly; yet she remained stubborn, "Are you referring to Xu Qinghuan in your examples?"