Song Yan's roommates were tactful and didn't say much. The other students in the class went with Song Yan, knowing it was a rare opportunity, and were even less willing to offend him.
So the students who came back all said how wonderful Professor Han's lectures were and how much they benefited from them. No one mentioned Song Yan at the beginning, and those who came back later tacitly kept quiet about it. If they did mention him, they would simply say that Song Yan's medical skills were good.
But anyone who saw it with their own eyes knows how much face Song Yan had with Old Han.
Xia Juntao now knows.
Even though Song Yan brought one more person with him, Old Han didn't say a word.
Because Song Yan is pregnant, there is a seat for her in front of Old Han.
Even the department head, Xu Pingzhi, had to assist Song Yan.
This afternoon, Professor Han was teaching his students acupuncture. This patient required a special acupuncture technique, the most important thing being speed. Because of his age, he was worried that his hands wouldn't be fast enough, so he had Song Yan perform the acupuncture.
Xu Pingzhi handed the needle to Song Yan.
Song Yan is not only fast, but also accurate in selecting acupoints and skilled in needle manipulation...
Old Han also said that this patient was truly special. He was a veteran from the battlefield with a severe back injury, and he suffered unbearable pain every day.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Song Yan do it while she was heavily pregnant.
Others simply cannot reach Song Yan's level, and the effect will be greatly reduced.
The three students who went today came back unusually silent.
They've never even touched an acupuncture needle before!
Back at school, they had to part ways; Song Yan and the two girls were heading back to their dormitories.
"Junior Uncle!" Xia Juntao called out.
Song Yan raised an eyebrow, signaling him to speak.
Xia Juntao hesitated, but the two female classmates weren't oblivious; they left first.
Xia Juntao didn't say anything, he just bowed.
"What are you doing?" Song Yan took a step back.
“You are my junior uncle, so if I, your junior nephew, have any questions, I will have to ask you.” Xia Juntao said with utmost seriousness.
Song Yan paused for a moment, then understood what Xia Juntao meant. "Your grandmother is my master, that's why you call me 'Uncle-Master.' I learned English and Russian from your grandmother!"
"No matter how I address you as Junior Uncle, you are my Junior Uncle, almost the same as my Master."
Junior Uncle, there are some things I didn't understand today..." Xia Juntao pestered Song Yan for half an hour.
Xia Juntao regretted it and vowed to get his martial uncle a cushion next time. He only did it today because he was worried his martial uncle wouldn't be able to stand for long; otherwise, he wouldn't have finished asking him questions.
Song Yan: If I hadn't said I'd take you with me every Friday from now on, and you were so happy you forgot to ask what I was asking, how would I have gotten away?
Shen Ruomei was widely recognized as Song Yan's number one follower, and later Xia Juntao became his second follower.
Everyone joked that if Xia Juntao hadn't been barred from entering the girls' dormitory due to the separation of men and women, Shen Ruomei's position as the number one follower would have been in jeopardy.
Later, Shen Ruomei remained firmly in the position of the number one follower because Wei Aiguo disliked Xia Juntao and had no choice but to support Shen Ruomei.
But that's a story for another time.
Xia Juntao resolutely carried out his grandmother's order to escort Song Yan to her home for dinner.
Old Liao laid out all the delicious food she could cook at home on the table. Today, she invited Song Yan over alone, and next week she'll invite Jiang Xiaoxiao and Li Yuanzhao to come over together.
Professor Xia, Xia Juntao's father, wears glasses, and years of hard work have not diminished his love for life.
Looking at this female student who was even younger than his son, he directly called her "junior sister." He had heard that Song Yan not only had excellent medical skills but also learned English and Russian from his mother. He particularly admired Song Yan.
Song Yan had to work to earn money, support her husband's brother's two children, and she never stopped learning.
In his view, Song Yan was learning to overcome all difficulties.
So he talked to Song Yan about studying. He was also curious whether Song Yan's English was as good as his mother had said.
Professor Xia and Song Yan communicated in English.
Xia Juntao was dumbfounded. Because his father and Song Yan spoke so fast, he had thought his English was pretty good. He hadn't been able to understand a complete part of what they were saying.
On the way back with his junior uncle, Xia Juntao said that he used to think that at his age, he should first take care of his personal life. Now he has changed his mind and wants to study.
Song Yan just chuckled; she had no intention of offering her opinion.
Xia's mother repeatedly instructed Song Yan to help Xia Juntao keep an eye on any outstanding female classmates and play matchmaker.
As evening fell in Kyoto, the heatwave began to subside, and Song Yan strolled along the roadside.
She was followed by a bodyguard named Xia Juntao. Song Yan seemed very relaxed and at ease.
…
Unlike Song Yan's casual demeanor, Wei Aiguo and the others were hiding in the far corner of the warehouse.
The stutterer thought the man the Russian had brought was a madman.
We told them we'd release them after two days, but he insisted on leaving immediately.
He said he was making explosives! Explosives! The stutterer and the others didn't believe this person could make explosives. What if in the end, the explosives didn't detonate and just emitted smoke that choked people to death?
As for the claim that the power is too great and one would be blown up, that's another story.
Everyone thought it was impossible.
But no one dared to stop it.
The stutterer and a few others tried to stop him by force, but each of them knocked him down with a single blow.
"boom!"
The warehouse doorposts were blown up, and these people actually came out.
Wei Aiguo slipped a few dozen yuan to the Russian, saying, "Find a place to hide! With such a commotion here, people will be here soon."
"Where are you going?" the Russian asked.
Wei Aiguo didn't answer. The stutterer looked around and tried to run away, but Wei Aiguo picked up a pebble and knocked him over.
Unlike the others, the stutterer knew many things about Wang Zhi.
Wei Aiguo wanted to get the information he wanted to know from him.
The stutterer, who had fallen and couldn't get up, felt that his life was about to end as he watched Wei Aiguo approach step by step.
The stutterer's intuition was right; the man's gaze towards him in the warehouse was suspicious.
Everyone else left, including the Russian. Wei Aiguo wanted to arrest him.
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