Chapter 1902: Dumbfounding
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The Young Urban Doctor
- Xian Qing
- 1244 characters
- 2021-03-03 12:08:54
When Yang Yunlin went to visit Yang Yuanshan in the old house today, he was severely scolded by Yang Yuanshan.
Yang Yunlin, who was suffocated in his heart, explained a few words and then returned a few more words, which completely annoyed Yang Yuanshan.
Yang Yuanshan lost his temper, and cursed Yang Yunlin with a dog-blood spray.
Yang Yunlin was also on fire, and slammed the door to leave without giving face to his old father.
Hearing Yang Qingyin talked about such an important thing, Luo Ziling immediately stopped talking and asked Yang Qingyin to go to the Weiming Lake for a stroll.
Yang Qingyin did not refuse, but readily agreed.
Twenty minutes later, Luo Ziling met Yang Qingyin by the Weiming Lake.
Both of them wear hats and glasses, and people who are not familiar with them can hardly recognize them.
After meeting, Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling talked about the situation again, and then asked Luo Ziling: "You said, why would my dad quarrel with my grandpa?"
"Perhaps, this is not a good sign," Luo Ziling thought of the guess that he had thought of a few days ago, feeling a little worried.
After being silent for a while, Yang Qingyin asked Luo Ziling in a low voice: "Do you think that because my grandfather and my dad have differences on many things, the contradiction between them will become bigger and bigger, which will eventually lead to them turning back?"
"Don't you think that things are really going in this direction?" Luo Ziling didn't deny it, and even said his guess. "I don't think your father wants your grandpa to recover physically."
Listening to Luo Ziling's words, Yang Qingyin shook violently, and then fell into deep thought.
In the end, he did not deny Luo Ziling's statement, and nodded lightly and said, "I really can't rule out this possibility."
"Therefore, your father doesn't want us to help your grandfather continue the treatment." Luo Ziling smiled bitterly, "but I hope our guess is wrong."
"If your guess is wrong, what is it possible?"
"Perhaps, they are acting in partnership."
"What play?"
"I don't know either," Luo Ziling stretched out his hands helplessly, "If I can guess, I am also an old fox."
"Although it is possible, I still don't believe my dad wants my grandpa to die prematurely."
"If you don't have your grandfather, your father will decide everything in the Yang family." Luo Ziling reminded.
"Now, everything in the Yang family is basically the master," Yang Qingyin argued: "After discovering that he was ill, my grandfather basically ignored the affairs of the family and left it to my father. He shirks a lot of state affairs. Now, what I hope most is to maintain my body well."
"Inquire more about what happened between them, so as not to be caught off guard." Luo Ziling reminded Yang Qingyin: "I think you must be able to inquire into some situations."
Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling weirdly, and finally nodded.
The two did not communicate any more, and walked slowly along Weiming Lake.
When they walked to the place where they met for the first time, Luo Ziling said with a smile: "That night, I just jumped from here and surprised you."
Speaking of the first meeting between the two, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but feel tenderness.
After staring at Luo Ziling for a few moments, she said softly, "How can you jump over such a tall bush?"
"Then I'll jump for you to see," Luo Ziling said, turning to the other side, and after a short run-up, Ling Jia turned over and jumped over.
In Yang Qingyin's low voice, he hugged her, and then laughed and said, "That was the case that day, I didn't expect to hug a stunning beauty."
Seeing that Luo Ziling held him in his arms regardless of his classmate's side eyes, Yang Qingyin was ashamed, and quickly struggled.
But Luo Ziling didn't let her struggle away. Instead, he put his arms around her shoulders and continued to walk forward.
Seeing that no one recognized them, Yang Qingyin also let Luo Ziling hug them.
After two laps around the shore of Weiming Lake, the two of them separated from each other after seeing that the time had almost reached the class point.
In the afternoon, Luo Ziling received a call from Wu Mingyun, the dean of the medical school, and asked him to go to the principal's office together.
After thinking for a while, Luo Ziling didn't refuse. The inorganic chemistry teacher who was in the class asked for leave and went to the principal's office.
When he came to the principal's office, Wu Mingyun was already there.
Seeing the two principals looking very happy, Luo Ziling roughly guessed what was going on.
"Yesterday, President Li convened people from the Ministry of Education, the Health and Family Planning Commission, and the Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine to discuss the design of our new major at Yan University and the establishment of a national Chinese medicine laboratory." Without asking Luo Ziling, Li Jinghui directly explained the situation. "The general li is to support us in establishing a national laboratory. To establish a national laboratory, the relevant professional disciplines will definitely be established."
Wu Mingyun took the topic, "Although the leaders of other ministries and commissions expressed their opinions, no one raised clear objections. In other words, as long as there are no accidents, these two major things can be achieved."
"But other schools, such as the Huaxia University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and other schools of Chinese medicine, are definitely opposed, because we have robbed them of the limelight and even their jobs," Li Jinghui laughed and said, "But, who told us to recruit so many talents."
Li Jinghui said, pushing a copy to Luo Ziling, "This is our school's admission notice for the next semester. How do you think about the design?"
Luo Ziling took the admission notice and saw his photo on the cover.
Not only is he alone, but there are also several other people.
Two women, one is Luo Yuqing and the other is Yang Qingyin.
"Principal Li, how did you print the appearance of the three of us?" Luo Ziling was a little bit dumbfounded.
"You are the legend of Yan University, and you look good. Think of you as our school's publicity brand. Are you okay?" Li Jinghui said with a smile: "I will ask them both of their opinions. If you accept them, That's it for the next semester's admission notice ~EbookFREE.me~."
He did not give Luo Ziling the opportunity to continue to express his opinions, and immediately changed the topic: "If you take on the responsibility of the national laboratory manager and make major inventions, your reputation will become even stronger for generations to come. I was talked about by Master Yan. Luo Ziling, this is your glory and your responsibility. You have to work hard."
"Fulfill these two important tasks first," Wu Mingyun reminded Li Jinghui a few words: "Principal Li, I think, as long as these two tasks are completed, then classmate Ziling and his companions will definitely do things. Better, create more miracles."
"Student Luo Ziling, we hope it will be you the next time you stand on the Nobel podium." Li Jinhui stood up, walked to Luo Ziling's side, patted him on the shoulder again, "I hope you are the youngest Nobel in the world Award winner, in that case, you will become a legend."
Luo Ziling replied a little bit dumbfounded: "Well, I can only say, thank the two principals for their trust, I will definitely work hard."
Although this was a bit insincere, Luo Ziling admitted that Li Jinghui's words just made him look forward to something.
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