Luo Ziling didn’t expect Yang Qingyin to say that and was momentarily at a loss.
Yang Qingyin bit her lip as she looked at Luo Ziling, her face full of grievance.
"Why are you so agitated?" Luo Ziling grabbed Yang Qingyin’s hand and smiled, "I’m not going off to do anything bad."
"Why don’t you trust me?" Yang Qingyin stubbornly pulled her hand away, "Don’t tell me you’re going to say if you don’t come back in two months, you won’t ever come back?"
After thinking about it, Luo Ziling finally nodded, "That might really be the case."
Yang Qingyin’s face went pale again. She grabbed Luo Ziling’s hand and urgently asked, "Are you going on a mission with your dad?"
"My dad’s not going out!" Luo Ziling shook his head.
Yang Qingyin took a couple of deep breaths and then quietly lowered her head, "I understand."
"Don’t worry about anything, nothing will happen to me. I’m just helping someone out." Luo Ziling smiled, "This is just a favor for the sake of my dad. Rest assured, I’ll definitely return safely before my parents’ wedding anniversary."
Yang Qingyin gazed at Luo Ziling for a while but didn’t say anything in the end.
The lunch was eaten in a heavy silence. During the meal, although Luo Ziling kept trying to make Yang Qingyin laugh, she remained impassive.
However, as they left the restaurant after the meal, she took the initiative to wrap an arm around Luo Ziling’s shoulder and said softly, "Come over and keep me company tonight."
"Okay!" Luo Ziling agreed without hesitation.
After returning to school, Yang Qingyin didn’t leave Luo Ziling’s side; she stayed with him all the time.
When Luo Ziling went back to school to prepare for a meeting, she tagged along to help, surprising both Wang Feiyang and Dong Xiaowan.
Of course, they were also puzzled, unable to understand why Yang Qingyin stayed by Luo Ziling’s side despite others’ glances today.
Though they knew Luo Ziling regarded Yang Qingyin as his girlfriend, Yang Qingyin rarely stuck to Luo Ziling like this.
However, they wisely refrained from asking questions and kept their distance from Yang Qingyin. They knew that compared to Yang Qingyin, they were somewhat lacking in both looks and temperament. If they stayed with her, they would lose standing, and it wasn’t worth it.
The visiting delegation organized by the Traditional Chinese Medicine Administration Bureau, consisting of over ten professors specialized in traditional medicine from universities in the Capital and some renowned experts from traditional medicine hospitals, arrived at the school around 1 PM.
Li Jinhui and Wu Mingyun accompanied them for the visit.
By the time they arrived, Luo Ziling was already giving a lecture.
He was teaching the fundamental course on traditional medicine, "Overview of Traditional Chinese Medicine," but Luo Ziling didn’t follow the textbook content at all. He didn’t use lecture notes or a PPT, instead standing empty-handed at the podium, passionately sharing his knowledge about traditional medicine with the students.
Seeing Luo Ziling, who was about the same age as the students, giving a lecture, some old academics who never paid attention to current events or watched TV immediately voiced their complaints to the accompanying leaders from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Administration Bureau.
They believed that traditional medicine relies on experience, requiring sufficient clinical expertise to improve one’s medical skills.
In their eyes, young as Luo Ziling was, even if he had started learning in the womb, he would have at most only two decades of medical experience. To them, a young person like Luo Ziling, even in traditional medicine, is merely a novice just starting out. How could such a beginner have the qualifications to lecture students?
The complaints from these elderly academics were loud enough for many students to hear.
Luo Ziling arranged for Cao Jianhui, Li Fuming, and Wu Longjiang to sit near the door, instructing them to retort immediately if anyone disrupted his lecture. The grumbling old academics were conveniently standing next to Cao Jianhui, who promptly stood up in protest.
"Our Mr. Luo’s lecture is extremely brilliant. Didn’t you notice how many students are auditing it? If you haven’t seriously listened to the lecture, how can you casually comment? Don’t you have any shame? Pay attention to the lecture properly. If Mr. Luo’s lecture is not good, you can criticize him. But speaking only of his age without even attending, isn’t that embarrassing? When he visited Ren Country and Korea, he outperformed so-called national medicine experts your age in medical skills, proving how remarkable his skills are. If you think otherwise, you’re welcome to challenge him to a test of medical skill; if you’re not as good, then keep quiet!"
In his excitement, though Cao Jianhui spoke somewhat haltingly, his words were still quite aggressive.
"Please keep quiet, don’t disrupt our class!" Immediately, someone voiced support for Cao Jianhui.
At this time, Luo Ziling was angered while standing on the podium giving the lecture.
"Those students over there, there’s no talking during class. Be quiet immediately, or you’ll be asked to leave." After reprimanding Cao Jianhui and the others, Luo Ziling addressed the visiting delegation sternly, "It’s class time now, so please adhere to class discipline, or you’ll be asked to leave, regardless of who you are."
Luo Ziling’s arrogance immediately angered many people.
Cao Jianhui’s previous words had already infuriated many of the visitors.
Thus, disregarding decorum, they began to verbally attack Luo Ziling in class.
At this point, Luo Liansheng, Wang Xuyun, Dong Qiqing, He Yan, and Gu Jian’an, who were sitting in the front row, stood up.
He Yan, the most hot-tempered one, rebuked the few old academics relying on their seniority, "Even we are here listening to the class attentively; what gives you the right to enter and start cursing? Are you entitled to insult others? And who does Wu Guanghui think he is to dare act arrogant in front of us?"
Among these old academics was a chief physician of traditional Chinese medicine named Wu Guanghui, who was renowned in the field of rheumatic treatment from Yanjing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
But Wu Guanghui’s reputation was far from comparable to He Yan’s. At every annual meeting of traditional Chinese medicine, He Yan was qualified to sit in the front row, while Wu Guanghui could only manage a seat in the back.
Not only He Yan, but also Wang Xuyun, Dong Qiqing, Cheng Bushi, and Gu Jian’an’s reputations were much greater than Wu Guanghui’s group.
Diving into the room, the visiting group hadn’t noticed the giants of the traditional medicine world sitting up front.
In fact, some of the visitors didn’t know who taught at Yan University. They simply hadn’t looked into it, only hearing gossip that a bunch of young people were messing around with traditional medicine at Yan University.
Upon hearing it was a bunch of youngsters messing with traditional medicine, they were enraged and showed up seeking accountability today.
Unexpectedly, a group of dignitaries from the traditional medicine world emerged, startling them considerably.
"Luo is our teacher, and we consider him our master. Didn’t you know?" Dong Qiqing said angrily, "I say, you people, your medical skills aren’t that impressive, but you sure have quite the temper. The most important thing in learning medicine is to remain calm, which you can’t even achieve. How can you hope to learn exquisite medical skills? No wonder you only attain titles but see no improvement in your medical skills over so many years. If you want to gain some insight, then sit and listen to the lecture obediently, or please leave."
Someone started clapping, and soon the applause grew intense, with many voices cheering.
The few disgruntled old academics were dumbfounded right away.