Chapter 144
"But if you have time to edit my personal affairs, you might as well study how to write better lesson plans."
She paused, her eyes sweeping across Xie Lan's slightly pale face: "I heard that many students complained that they couldn't understand Teacher Xie's lectures at all, and he never took students to feel their pulses."
Xie Lan's lips trembled violently, and she was about to retort, but was interrupted by Zhuang Pingchun's suddenly raised voice: "Enough!"
She walked over quickly and said, "The teacher evaluation results are real feedback from students. Even students from other departments come to listen to Teacher Mu's class!"
Zhuang Pingchun turned to Xie Lan again and said, "Your class interaction score was the lowest, and now you have the leisure to question others?"
Faced with Zhuang Pingchun's undisguised favoritism, Xie Lan's face turned red like a persimmon hit by frost.
Her teeth were chattering as she glared at Mu Qingxuan viciously, wishing she could eat her alive.
Mu Qingxuan, however, was calm, with a faint smile on her lips and a playful look in her eyes: "Teacher Xie, do you want us to discuss together how to provide students with a better class?"
"I remember that you taught "Warm Diseases" last month, and a student asked me after class why you didn't demonstrate the practical application of Yinqiao Powder."
This sentence was like a spark falling into a pile of dry firewood, completely igniting Xie Lan's anger.
"Mu Qingxuan, don't be too..."
Her eyes were wide open and her chest was heaving violently, as if she wanted to say something.
But considering that Zhuang Pingchun was still there, Xie Lan had to swallow his anger.
She shook her head suddenly and rushed out of the office in her high heels, and the wind she brought knocked over several test papers on the table.
Mu Qingxuan blinked innocently, her eyes were so clear as if nothing had just happened.
Zhuang Pingchun pinched his brows tiredly and glanced at the silent people: "Forget it, everyone, continue to be busy. Come to me if you have any questions."
She turned around and took two steps, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at Mu Qingxuan: "Teacher Mu, come to my office."
Mu Qingxuan was slightly stunned, then stood up and followed.
Zhuang Pingchun's office is quiet and tidy, with various medical books neatly arranged on the sandalwood bookshelf.
Zhuang Pingchun pointed to the chair opposite her. After Mu Qingxuan sat down, she slowly spoke, "Teacher Mu, I still want to ask, are you serious about opening a private clinic?"
Mu Qingxuan straightened her back and nodded with a firm gaze: "This has been my long-cherished wish and has never wavered."
Zhuang Pingchun gently turned the pen in his hand, then nodded and said, "I understand your choice, but..."
She paused and looked straight at Mu Qingxuan's face.
"In my opinion, there is no conflict between continuing to teach and opening a clinic. If you look at the evaluation results, the students' love for you is written in the scores."
"Besides, the papers you published have brought honor to the school. The school will naturally try its best to retain such talents."
Mu Qingxuan tightened her fingers around her sleeves slightly, looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window, and said hesitantly, "But I have to take at least two months of maternity leave after giving birth. When school starts, I won't be able to return to school in time, so I'll have to find a substitute teacher..."
Before she finished speaking, she had already gently shook her head, with shallow wrinkles forming between her brows.
“That’s not a problem!”
Zhuang Pingchun gently placed the folder on the table and said, "Maternity leave is the benefit and treatment you deserve. The school will not object."
She leaned forward, her tone softening unconsciously, "The students you teach are all looking forward to continuing your classes."
Mu Qingxuan lowered her eyes and stared at her bulging belly. After a moment, she raised her head and said, "Teacher Zhuang, can you let me think about it again?"
Zhuang Pingchun smiled immediately, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes curved into crescents: "Of course!"
The campus was covered with a thin layer of snow and frost in the twilight, and Mu Qingxuan stepped out of the office building.
She wrapped half of her face with a cashmere scarf. The voice-controlled light at the end of the corridor flickered, stretching her shadow very long.
Huo Changfeng had already been waiting by the car wearing a black cashmere coat, his leather shoes making crunching sounds as they stepped on the snow.
He walked quickly forward, and the white mist he exhaled condensed into frost flowers in the cold air.
Huo Changfeng stuffed the thermos cup into her red, frozen palm: "Red date ginger tea, it's still hot."
As he spoke, he reached out and opened the passenger door for her. The lining of his down jacket rubbed against the door frame, bringing with it a scent of cedar mixed with sandalwood.
Huo Changfeng walked around to the driver's seat, got in the car, and just as he was about to start the car, he caught a glimpse of Mu Qingxuan staring at the thermos cup in a daze, her eyelashes casting tiny shadows under her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Huo Changfeng reached out and tucked the loose hair behind her ears, his fingertips touching her cold earlobe.
Mu Qingxuan exhaled a breath of hot air and watched the white mist condense into water droplets on the car window: "Teacher Zhuang talked to me today..."
She recounted the conversation that had taken place during the day.
The car fell into a brief silence, with only the amber scent from the car's aromatherapy flowing in the warm wind.
Huo Changfeng turned the steering wheel and turned out of the school gate. The halo of the street lamp shone through the windshield, casting a light and dark shadow on his profile: "What do you think?"
"Actually, I..."
Mu Qingxuan stroked the raised lines on the thermos cup, thinking of the sparkling eyes of the students in the classroom, and said honestly: "I really enjoy the feeling of standing on the podium, watching the students go from having difficulty identifying herbs to being able to prescribe independently..."
She paused before speaking: "I can pass on my knowledge and skills to more people so that they can also save other patients. This should be the scene that Grandpa wants to see."
Huo Changfeng stopped at the red light: "Then agree to it."
Mu Qingxuan bit her lower lip, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the fur collar of her coat: "But I'm afraid I can't do both well."
"Look at me." Huo Changfeng suddenly turned the car into a roadside parking lot and leaned over to hold her face.
The dim blue light of the dashboard reflected his serious features. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm: "You are much stronger than you think."
"I believe in our Xuanxuan. There is nothing she can't do."
Mu Qingxuan looked at the light dancing in his eyes. She put her arms around his neck and rubbed her nose against his slightly cool earlobe: "Then... let me try?"
"Not a try."
Huo Changfeng kissed her forehead, and when he started the car again, he held her hand against his chest and said, "I can definitely do it."
Mu Qingxuan smiled slightly, and when she went to school the next day, she told Zhuang Pingchun about her decision.
Zhuang Pingchun was also very pleased.
There was a twinkle in her eyes.
After all, as long as Mu Qingxuan is there, their professional papers are guaranteed.
Soon, the courses for this semester at Capital University came to an end and the students entered their winter break.
After Mu Qingxuan had lived at home for only a few days, she was sent to the delivery ward of the military hospital, where she was carefully cared for by everyone.
But at this time, the institute received bad news:
Huo Changfeng is missing.
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