The Zhang Family was a household steeped in traditional Chinese dicine for generations, and naturally, Zhang ii was willing to continue passing down the heritage of their Chinese dicine.
"Mingjing, you’re right. Tis have long changed, and traditional Chinese dicine can’t cling to outdated practices. We can’t solely rely on the old apprentice system, or traditional Chinese dicine will eventually be lost. If you have ideas, pursue them. Your master supports you. I don’t have the contact details for my few fellow disciples at the mont, but perhaps my grandson does."
Zhang ii had been away from Earth for four years and didn’t know if her fellow disciples’ contact information had changed. She thought her grandson, Zhang Muguang, would surely be able to reach them.
"I’ll call Muguang later and ask him to contact everyone. Then, they can all co to Yecheng to teach traditional Chinese dicine and carry forward the Zhang Family’s legacy in the field."
Si Mingjing was full of enthusiasm. "Great! I’ll contact the Chen Family right now to prepare for establishing the Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine."
At her birthday banquet the previous night, the Chen Family had sent representatives to offer congratulations. They expressed strong willingness to establish a Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine at Yecheng University, provided there were students to enroll.
The Chen Family mbers also hoped Si Mingjing would accept the position of Head of the Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine and concurrently serve as Honorary Vice-Chancellor of Yecheng University.
It was a very sincere invitation.
That afternoon, Si Mingjing arranged a eting with the Chen Family’s key decision-maker, who was also the actual president of Yecheng University: Chen Yuanbo.
She had arrived in Yecheng only a short ti before, and Chen Yuanbo had previously invited her to Yecheng University to give a lecture on conquering cancer, so they were already acquainted.
The two agreed to et at Yecheng University.
Her masters, Zhang ii and Ban Chugang, accompanied her.
The last ti Si Mingjing had been to Yecheng University, she hadn’t had the opportunity to tour it properly. This ti, Chen Yuanbo personally showed them around the campus.
Yecheng University was ranked among the top 50 universities globally and had a prominent reputation. Its Western dicine program was also quite impressive, a fact known to both Zhang ii and Ban Chugang.
The opportunity to establish a Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine at Yecheng University and teach there was an extrely exciting prospect for Zhang ii and Ban Chugang.
Chen Yuanbo said, "If you two venerable masters of traditional Chinese dicine are willing to teach at Yecheng University, I can arrange a detached villa for each of you. This way, you can reside within the university. The environnt here is excellent and filled with a rich academic atmosphere. I believe it would offer very good living conditions for both of you."
Si Mingjing said, "That won’t be necessary; my masters live with ."
To her surprise, Ban Chugang said, "Then we thank you very much, Dean Chen."
"Master," Si Mingjing frowned.
"Mingjing," Ban Chugang explained, "the palace is, after all, ho to your master and . Although living there is comfortable, it’s not entirely appropriate to impose for too long. If we’re going to teach at Yecheng University in the future, living on campus will be more convenient for us. We’re both getting old and don’t enjoy rushing to the university for early morning classes."
Si Mingjing muttered, "What’s inappropriate about it? Don’t be overly sensitive. Did soone give you a hard ti?"
"No, don’t jump to conclusions. The palace is heavily guarded; we simply wish for a bit more freedom in our daily lives."
Chen Yuanbo, ever observant, said, "Since both venerable masters are willing, I’ll have the villas arranged by tomorrow. There are many terraced villas available, all provided by the university for its faculty. The neighbors are all university professors."
Ban Chugang stroked his grizzled beard and thanked him again, "Thank you for your trouble, Dean Chen."
"It’s no trouble at all, absolutely no trouble! It is my honor, and indeed Yecheng University’s honor, to invite two such venerable masters of traditional Chinese dicine to teach here. As for your living arrangents, I am more than willing to provide whatever you may need."
The entire dical community knew that Si Mingjing’s two masters were responsible for the breakthrough in conquering cancer. Now that they had returned to Earth and were set to teach at Yecheng University, publicizing this would undoubtedly attract countless individuals interested in traditional Chinese dicine to seek tutelage!
That evening, when Mo Yinhe returned from his office at the Undersea Royal Palace, he found Si Mingjing on the living room sofa. She was looking at sothing, her deanor gloomy and unapproachable.
Mo Yinhe took off his coat and tossed it to the butler.
He wore a white shirt, the top two buttons undone, exposing his sensual collarbones, which was very charming.
But Si Mingjing was distracted and didn’t even bat an eyelid.
Sothing was definitely amiss; it was as if soone had upset her.
Mo Yinhe walked over, sat beside her, and gently pinched her chin with his long fingers, turning her face toward him. "What’s wrong? Who made you angry?"
Si Mingjing knocked his hand away, not wanting to speak.
Mo Yinhe scooped her up and settled her on his lap. "Did I upset you?"
Si Mingjing explained, "Today, I took my two masters to visit Yecheng University. Dean Chen arranged a terraced villa for them, and both masters expressed their wish to live there. Could it be that soone in the palace showed them disrespect?"
Impossible, right? Mo Yinhe wondered.
"At dinner later, I’ll speak with your two masters and personally ask them to stay."
Si Mingjing shook her head. "I’ve already tried persuading them all afternoon, but they’re adamant. Actually, I know it’s not that soone in the palace showed them disrespect. It’s that my masters aren’t used to living in the palace. They feel constrained. The palace isn’t as free as Yecheng University, with its strict security and constant surveillance, and they’re accustod to their freedom."
Si Mingjing took a deep breath to calm her emotions and said, "We still need to obtain the pardon from A Country. Otherwise, my masters will always feel uneasy, as if they are still fugitives, afraid that staying here will implicate ."
Mo Yinhe comforted her, "Don’t worry, I’m already handling this. The President of A Country promised he will grant amnesty to your two masters. Their contributions to dicine are significant enough to warrant a pardon for all their past cris."
Si Mingjing’s mood improved. "Mm-hmm."
Mo Yinhe continued, "Aren’t you interested in studying Western dicine? You can take this opportunity to negotiate with Dean Chen. Have him arrange for you to observe in the operating rooms of Yecheng University’s affiliated hospital. If you can integrate traditional Chinese and Western dicine, our Mingjing will be the most brilliant doctor in the world."
Mo Yinhe boasted, his handso face filled with pride.
Si Mingjing chuckled softly. "Mm-hmm."
Later, Mo Yinhe asked what she wanted to eat. They discussed it for half an hour before he finally took her out alone to a restaurant for a lavish al.
They left all the children with the grandparents and stole a mont of leisure for themselves.
「The next day, Zhang Muguang arrived from A Country.」
When Zhang Muguang saw Zhang ii, he choked up and called out, "Grandma."
Zhang ii’s eyes brimd with tears.
Reunions are always heartwarming. Even Little Liangliang and Xiao Susu were so happy they were jumping up and down.
Especially Little Liangliang; for so reason, the child had suddenly taken an interest in traditional Chinese dicine. Every day, he would cling to Zhang ii, saying he wanted to learn dical skills. He declared that when he grew up, he would be as formidable as his mother, dedicated to aiding the world and healing people.
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