Cen Zhongshu saw Xu Qinghuan sitting in the front row and was quite pleased.
"I will be teaching your pathology course this sester. Let introduce myself, my na is Cen Zhongshu. To pass my course, the exam score must be at least 90. If you miss it by even one point, you’ll have to retake the course..."
Everyone had already heard that Cen Zhongshu was going to choose a Closed-door Disciple, and the entire dical school freshn were going crazy over it. Seeing Cen Zhongshu in class, everyone was alert, hoping to gain his favor, but with a passing score of 90, most people wanted to send him out the door.
Xu Qinghuan was extrely calm; in a previous life, her pathology exam score was perfect.
Pathology is almost the hardest course in dical studies. The entire book is crucial, acting as a bridge between internal dicine and surgery. If you don’t do well in this fundantal course, you can’t expect to excel in either internal or surgery.
Moreover, this course is very difficult to understand.
Cen Zhongshu is not the kind of teacher who rambles. He simply said, "For my class, no attendance checks, no roll call. You can co if you want, don’t co if you don’t want to. You can be late or leave early. You can sleep during class but don’t snore and disturb others.
As long as your exam score is 90 or above, I’ll pass you. It’s that simple. Now let’s start the class."
Xu Qinghuan also turned over her textbook. Holding a pen, she leaned back, listening to Cen Zhongshu’s lecture.
This old man must have studied abroad; he occasionally mixed in a few English words. Except for Xu Qinghuan, almost no one understood, but he would write the words on the blackboard and annotate them with their word type and aning in Chinese, so students could rember them.
"To master any subject, even if you are studying Chinese, you need to grasp several foreign languages to excel. I suggest that besides English, when you have ti, you should also study languages from developed countries like French, German, Japanese, etc. Know yourself and your adversaries, and you’ll win every battle."
The old man could expand on knowledge, but overall it centered around textbook content. The lecture was very well-delivered, and Xu Qinghuan listened with great interest.
After class, the old man assigned a pile of howork, "Once you finish your assignnts, turn them in to Xu Qinghuan..."
Before he finished his sentence, Liu Xiaojun stood up, "Teacher, I am the study committee mber of our class, I am happy to serve both the teacher and classmates."
The old man studied him deeply for a mont and said expressionlessly, "Your willingness is your business, how I arrange things is mine. You don’t need to say more."
He looked at Xu Qinghuan.
Xu Qinghuan knew this old man had his sights on her. She was more than willing to be his Closed-door Disciple, not for fa but possibly to graduate early.
"Teacher, since Liu Xiaojun is willing, let him gather the howork!" She turned her head to Liu Xiaojun and said, "Collect everyone’s howork in class, I will get it from you during tomorrow’s Saturday class."
After speaking, she followed the old man out of the classroom.
There were no classes for the next two periods, and she followed the old man to the office, where she took tea leaves from her satchel to give him.
The old man didn’t stand on ceremony and brewed the tea, drinking it straight despite the hot water.
"Drinking like that, be careful with your esophagus," Xu Qinghuan said crossly.
"Good tea, what’s the matter!"
Xu Qinghuan said, "Next week, I might need to take a week off. The Army General Hospital has a surgery I need to perform, and I want you to sign for ."
She took out a leave application and handed it to the old man.
The old man took it and quickly signed, "Take it to Professor Jiang Dongxue at the academic office, she will notify your departnt."
Then he asked, "Could you understand today’s class?"
"Understood, do you want to test ?"
The old man did indeed throw out several questions, and Xu Qinghuan answered without a mont’s hesitation. He dug deeper, not expecting Xu Qinghuan to engage in a discussion and even rebut him on one issue.
It wasn’t that the old man’s expertise was lacking; with technological advancents and in-depth research, so theories would be overturned and replaced in the future.
Xu Qinghuan proposed so insights, and the old man’s brow furrowed deeply. After a while, he stood up suddenly, "Don’t leave, let’s do an experint on this."
The two went to the lab and got busy for half the day.
Jiang Xingye searched for her for ages before finding Xu Qinghuan, who rembered she had two kids at ho. She shared her experintal ideas with the old man, "You carry on, I need to go ho."
The old man waved his hand, "You go ahead!"
As long as she didn’t disturb him.
Usually, Xu Qinghuan was ho by five or six o’clock; today, it was already eight, and her mom hadn’t co ho yet. Her two little ones were about to riot.
Jiang Xingcan refused to eat and sat on the threshold of the flower gate, while Jiang Chijing was using a little shovel to dig the soil in the yard with tears silently streaming down.
Jiang Xingcan cried softly, "Do mom and dad not want us anymore?"
Jiang Xinglan was moved to tears, "Your mom and dad are busy with work, not abandoning you. Co inside, it’s cold, they’ll be back soon."
Entering the alley, it was dark; Jiang Xingye slowed his bicycle, anxious yet worried about hurting his wife. Finally reaching the door, he heard his daughter’s cries and his heart ached, making his eyes red.
He lifted the bicycle and tossed it inside the gate, rushing to the entrance, "Babies, mom and dad are back!"
Jiang Xingcan rushed into her father’s arms and started crying, "Waa, dad is bad. Mom is bad too, they don’t want brother and ."
"How could mom and dad not want you? You’re our sweet babies, just today we were held up. No matter how late, mom and dad will always co ho. Don’t cry, darling!"
Jiang Xingye soothed his daughter on one side, while Xu Qinghuan comforted her son in her arms. She lifted him, wiping his face with a handkerchief, "Sorry, son, mom had sothing today and ca ho late. Have you eaten yet?"
Jiang Chijing lay on his mom’s shoulder, gently shook his head, "Not hungry!"
Xu Qinghuan couldn’t help but smile.
Jiang Xinglan sighed with relief, "Oh, they wouldn’t co in, Grandpa and Grandma were so worried."
The two little ones wouldn’t co inside, causing the two elders to wait at the gate as well.
Now everyone ca inside, and Auntie reheated the food. Xu Qinghuan told her to eat and go ho, leaving the dishes.
"Why rush, I’ve got nothing to do when I get ho. It’s close, just a few steps away, no problem!"
Xu Qinghuan pulled out a net bag of apples that had been stored in her space for a long ti to give Auntie, "Take them ho to eat, they’re very sweet."
Auntie only agreed to take two, "That’s too many. This rare treat, leave it for Xingxing and Chijing."
"I have more at ho, take them to eat." Xu Qinghuan insisted.
Auntie was extrely moved; she was well taken care of here, no one nitpicked her work, and the family was generous. She tried even harder in her work.
When it was bedti, the two children steadfastly refused to go to their own little beds, insisting on sleeping with mom and dad.
Once the kids fell asleep, Jiang Xingye called Xu Qinghuan over and held her, "From now on, don’t take the kids inside; they’re too young, they might leak secrets, causing trouble. Wait until they’re older."
Xu Qinghuan had considered that, "For now, we won’t take them in."
Early the next day, Xu Qinghuan arrived for class five minutes ahead of schedule. On her desk were over a dozen assignnts, most yet to be turned in. She didn’t care.
Her shoulder was tapped with a book, and she turned to see Zhou Huiyan.
"Xu, I heard that Cen has already set you as his Closed-door Disciple. Could you tell what skills you used to get this position?"
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