Hearing these words, Zhou Qinya's eyes widened.
I thought I had misheard.
This is a highly respected dean of Tsinghua University's School of Medicine, renowned throughout the domestic medical community. Even the mayor of Beijing greets him with courtesy and takes the initiative to shake his hand.
At this very moment, Dean Qian actually told a high school student that he was not only waiting for her, but also preparing to personally come downstairs to greet her??
He seemed to value Jiang Nian very much.
What's going on?
How could a high school senior girl who grew up in the countryside receive such treatment?
Zhou Qinya was genuinely confused, and her expression changed. She couldn't help but interject.
"Dean, are you mistaken? This Jiang Nian is just a senior high school student, how could she be worthy of your..."
Upon hearing the words "how to match," Dean Qian frowned and looked at her.
"Are you from Tsinghua University's School of Medicine? What's your major?"
When Zhou Qinya heard the dean suddenly ask her, her eyes lit up and she immediately replied, "I'm in clinical medicine..."
“If Jiang is not worthy of my personal greeting, then no one is.”
Qian Xiao didn't like students who seemed too pragmatic. He said seriously, "As students, it's better to focus on your studies rather than acting like socialites who fawn over the powerful and look down on the weak."
Zhou Qinya was taken aback.
Realizing what had happened, his face flushed red.
Dean Qian didn't say much, but when he turned to face Jiang Nian, his attitude softened, and he led Jiang Nian to his office.
Jiang Nian came here today on behalf of her master to help review the curriculum plan for the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Tsinghua University.
In the office, Dean Qian brought over a stack of papers.
Traditional Chinese medicine has a long history and a profound cultural heritage.
Tsinghua University divides the curriculum of its Traditional Chinese Medicine Department from freshman to fifth year into two main parts: basic courses and professional courses. The curriculum covers multiple aspects, including theory, practice, and clinical application.
Jiang Nian took the course schedule and looked at it.
As she looked at it, she pointed out the parts she felt needed to be changed.
Dean Qian listened from the side and nodded frequently.
She would ask questions directly and discuss them with Jiang Nian, listening to her insights. Her gaze towards the girl became increasingly appreciative.
No wonder he's the only disciple personally trained by Master Gu. His theoretical knowledge and vision are unmatched by most people.
After the course was arranged, Dean Qian changed his way of addressing Jiang Nian from "Jiang Tongxue" to the affectionate "Niannian," clearly treating her as one of his own.
He took the initiative and said, "Niannian, you've come at a good time today. There's a medical seminar in the city tonight, and they've invited me to attend. The theme is to discuss the future development direction of traditional Chinese medicine. Would you be interested in coming with me?"
Medical seminar?
It's good to listen to the discussions of experts occasionally.
Jiang Nian thought about it and agreed.
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Meanwhile, at the Xia family...
Xia Lan couldn't sit still any longer and looked at Xia Changqing: "Dad, have you found out anything about Jiang Nian's background?"
"If you don't get Jiang Nian expelled from Canxing, I'm not going to school next week!"
She had the air of a spoiled and willful little princess.
A few days ago at school, Xia Lan clearly wanted someone to lock Jiang Nian in the toilet and splash water on her to teach her a lesson.
As a result, she herself was pinned down in the cleaning service's bucket of water used for rinsing mops by Jiang Nian.
To be humiliated like this by a special admission student... she vowed that she would make sure Jiang Nian got out of Canxing.
But her parents said that the school said Jiang Nian had a very powerful background and they couldn't expel her. They didn't dare to expel her either.
Madam Xia looked anxiously at Xia Changqing: "Husband, please say something."
"That girl actually held Lanlan's head underwater. What is this if not school bullying? Can you tolerate someone like that continuing to be in your daughter's class?"
"...The investigation has uncovered the truth." Xia Changqing's expression was not good.
Madam Xia, in a menacing tone, immediately pressed, "Who is protecting that girl behind the scenes?"
Xia Changqing took a drag of his cigarette, his face showing annoyance: "It's the Si family—that Si Boye from the Si family, he likes that girl."
“…The Si family?” Upon hearing this, Madam Xia was stunned for a moment and gasped.
Now, she couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. "It's actually the Si family. Then what about when we went to the school last time..."
I have no idea how a specially admitted student managed to climb up to the powerful and wealthy Si family heir.
Last time, they told that girl to pack her things and get out right in front of the class. What if Jiang Nian and Si Boye complained? Wouldn't they have offended the Si family?
Xia Lan retorted, "So what if the Si family is richer than ours?"
Xia Changqing glanced at his daughter.
It's unbelievable that this silly child could say such a thing.
The Si family simply keeps a low profile, rarely appearing in public. The wealth, power, and status they control far surpass what a mere pharmaceutical company can match.
“No wonder that girl has such audacity,” Madam Xia gritted her teeth. “Even with the Si family backing her up, we can’t just let her bully our daughter, can we?”
Hearing this, Xia Changqing snorted coldly: "My daughter, Xia Changqing's daughter, is only good at bullying others, not at being bullied!"
“That girl will always be away from school and alone sometime. Have someone keep an eye on her, find an opportunity to grab her and teach her a lesson, to vent Lanlan’s anger.”
"As long as it's done without leaving a trace, the Si family won't suspect anything."
His men weren't just sitting idly by either.
Just then, Xia Changqing's phone rang.
He answered casually, saying, "Hello?"
Immediately after hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Xia Changqing jumped up from the sofa.
Mrs. Xia, puzzled, immediately asked, "What's wrong, husband? What happened?"
Xia Changqing hung up the phone, his face full of excitement, and turned to say, "Someone told me that Gu Qingcheng's mysterious apprentice might also be attending the medical seminar in the city tonight!"
Mrs. Xia's eyes widened with excitement, practically sparkling: "Really, husband?!"
Since the pandemic, the profits of Mingxia Pharmaceutical, owned by the Xia family, have been declining year after year. Now, even the wages of the lowest-level workers are delayed by half a month each month.
The market prospects for traditional Chinese medicine are very promising, and with government support, it's poised for a boom. Now is the perfect time to transition into the traditional Chinese medicine industry. All they need is a starting point, or rather, a compelling narrative.
The gimmick they were eyeing was Master Gu Qingcheng's disciple, who had never appeared in public before.
When it comes to traditional Chinese medicine, the most recognized person by the general public is Gu Qingcheng, followed by his apprentice whom he personally trained.
But this apprentice is quite mysterious; everyone knows he exists, but no one knows who he really is.
If they can find this person first and invite him to be a consultant for Mingxia Pharmaceuticals, they can far surpass other pharmaceutical companies in terms of reputation and public attention alone.
Xia Changqing immediately looked at Xia Lan: "Lanlan, you should also hurry up and change your clothes and dress up nicely. Your parents will take you with them tonight."
"If you really get to meet Master Gu's disciple, you should try to strike up a conversation with him. Ideally, you should make him take a liking to you!"
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