Chapter 561 Helping with a Bath: The Entire Ancient Medicine World is Begging for Boss Ying's Help [1 Update]
"It didn't pass the review?" Zuo Li was surprised. "How could it not pass the review?"
"Professor Zuo, hello. The S-3019 paper was rejected during the final review." The staff member replied patiently, "Because there was another paper submitted at the same time, also in the field of astrophysics."
"The final review panel ultimately chose another paper, so yours was not accepted."
"Another one?" Zuo Li was taken aback. "Which professor is it? Can I take a look?"
"I'm sorry, Professor Zuo," the staff member shook his head, "papers that pass review are kept strictly confidential before being officially published in scientific journals."
Zuo Li frowned even more deeply, but remained silent.
He forgot about that.
There are many researchers in the field of astrophysics, many of whom have been studying it for decades.
Ying Zijin's paper was successful because of its novel viewpoint.
After reading it, he thought she had already gone through a journey in the universe.
But compared to professors in their sixties and seventies, they are indeed somewhat lacking academically.
After all, they had been famous for a long time, but Ying Zijin had only been studying for a year.
It was due to the paper being rejected by another paper, which was understandable.
It can only be described as bad luck.
"Alright then." Zuo Li could only say, "Please return the S-3019 paper, I'll forward it to other institutions."
The International Physical Centre is authoritative, but that doesn't mean it's the only option.
Upon hearing this, the staff member paused for a few seconds before replying, "Okay, Professor Zuo, we'll withdraw your application right away."
After Zuo Li retrieved the paper, he decided to tell Ying Zijin before submitting it a second time.
"Ying, about that paper, hey hey hey, don't fail me, it's not like I'm asking you to write it!" Zuo Li almost couldn't catch her breath. "It's really not like I'm asking you to write it."
He's traumatized.
Ying Zijing then kept the phone on: "Professor Zuo, please speak."
Zuo Li: "..."
So well-behaved! This change is too fast; his little heart can't take it.
"I just wanted to apologize. Unfortunately, your paper was rejected because it was rejected because it was submitted at the same time." Zuo Li sighed. "I'm going to send it to another institution that specializes in astrophysics."
Ying Zijin: "Oh."
"Is this all you're going to do?" Zuo Li could only swallow a bellyful of words of comfort. "Alright, little ancestor, I won't bother you anymore. I'll definitely get things done for you."
Compared to her peers, Ying Zijin was naturally far superior.
However, in the scientific community, she does need publications to establish herself.
Without an honorary title, one can never be called a professor.
But Zuo Li also noticed that she didn't care much about these things.
“I see.” Ying Zijing decided to show some concern for Zuo Li. “I’ll write another paper.”
Zuo Li's eyes had not yet lit up.
The next second, he heard another sentence.
"If you don't want to write about physics, write about biology instead."
Zuo Li suddenly fell from heaven to hell.
He forced a smile, on the verge of tears: "Biology is fine too, it's your forte. I'll help you get in touch with the biology department."
"Thank you for your help, Professor Zuo," Ying Zijing said, ending the call.
Fu Yunshen just came out of the kitchen and waved: "Come and eat."
Ying Zijin walked over, sat down at the dining table, and picked up a piece of fish: "I have to go to Danmeng in a few days."
The ancient medical and martial arts communities only celebrate the Lunar New Year; December 31st of the Gregorian calendar holds no special significance for them.
So on January 2nd, Danmeng was still giving lectures.
She would never have gone if it weren't for the fact that getting first place in the class quiz would increase her share of medicinal herbs.
Ying Zijin ate it and said calmly, "My martial arts skills are currently too low, so I plan to go into seclusion for a while."
One must cultivate ancient martial arts for at least a hundred years and break through to become an ancient martial arts grandmaster.
"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Fu Yunshen lightly tapped her forehead with his free hand, his lips curving into a smile. "Yaoyao, if anyone else heard you say that, they would beat you up."
Among the ancient martial arts practitioners of their generation, geniuses like Yue Fuyi and Xie Nian have only recently crossed the threshold of fifty years of cultivation.
The Lin, Xie, and Yue families wouldn't even dare to dream of reaching the next level.
His current level of cultivation was forced out of him by repeated deaths.
However, not every martial arts genius from other families dares to constantly teeter between life and death.
They are cautious and seek the best course of action.
While being close to death can certainly push people to their limits, what if you actually die?
"It's too slow." Ying Zijing paused for a moment. "There are many things we can't do."
"No need to rush," Fu Yunshen said calmly. "What's meant to come will come."
After finishing her meal, Ying Zijing returned to the sofa to watch TV.
Fu Yunshen put the dishes into the dishwasher: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Ying Zijing put down the piggy pillow and pondered for a moment: "Yes, I do have a favor to ask."
Fu Yunshen nodded: "What?"
"I don't want to move, help me take a shower."
There was a moment of silence in the living room.
Fu Yunshen's first reaction was that the Ji family had many villas.
The apartment they live in now is not the same one as Wen Fengmian and Wen Tinglan's.
"Yaoyao." Fu Yunshen propped his forehead up with his hand, a helpless smile on his face. His voice was low and restrained. "Do you really know what you're saying?"
"I know, I'm going to take a shower." Ying Zijing glanced at him. "Why are you reacting so strongly?"
Her body was damaged because she calculated that mysterious location, and her divination abilities were sealed.
These past two days, she's been lying down whenever possible rather than sitting up, and she's been lazy about everything else.
"Men and women are different."
"Yeah, I know, that's why I'm looking for you. Aren't you my boyfriend?"
The girl's tone was steady, but every word she uttered ignited a fire in my heart.
Finally, Ying Zijing spoke thoughtfully, "Could it be that you want me to find someone else?"
Fu Yunshen was completely defeated.
He couldn't refute that.
But if he were to bathe her, he would be the one suffering.
Fu Yunshen went to the bathroom and came out a few minutes later: "Hot water is ready, and there are towels too, they're new. I'll hand you your clothes, you can wash them yourself."
Ying Zijin reluctantly agreed: "Okay."
He paused, then asked, "Has any of the research companies under the Venus Group invented an automatic bathing machine?"
Fu Yunshen's expression was slightly complicated: "That's for the elderly and disabled, Yaoyao, you—"
"Give me a set, please." Ying Zijing changed into slippers and walked into the bathroom, her voice ethereal. "Just something to help me take a bath is fine."
"..."
Fu Yun raised a deep eyebrow, picked up his phone, and called Chief Financial Officer Ian: "Get me some information on the automatic shower machine."
“I’m the one in charge of the money, and I’ve become your handyman!” Ian choked on his own blood, but he could only agree, “Okay, bro, I’ll get it for you right away.”
Soon, a document was sent to Fu Yunshen's phone.
The information is presented as follows.
Lie down inside and press the switch; this machine will automatically apply shampoo and shower gel, rinse, and dry your hair.
Besides bathing, you can also have a spa treatment.
Fully automated service, enjoy the entire experience – you deserve it.
Upon reading this introduction, Fu Yunshen fell silent.
So, besides being a means of transportation, it is also an automatic shower machine.
**
On the evening of December 31st.
The old houses of the Mu and Nie families were empty; the group had all gone to watch the live version of the CCTV New Year's Eve Gala.
Meng Qingxue ignored the Grand Elder's words and secretly slipped out again.
But when they arrived at the Mu family's residence, they found nothing.
Not to mention Mu Heqing, even Mu Cheng was not there. Only Butler Mu and the other servants finished their meal.
After Mu Heqing retired, Meng Qingxue took care of his illness until Ying Zijin cured him.
The Mu family all knew about this.
Butler Mu, who managed the Mu family's affairs, naturally recognized Meng Qingxue and was surprised, but even more nervous: "Miss Meng?"
The last time Meng Qingxue suddenly vomited blood, it really scared Mu Heqing.
Fortunately, the Meng family did not come looking for them.
Disappointed at not seeing the person she was looking for, Meng Qingxue pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing, you guys eat, I'll be going now."
Butler Mu dared not have any contact with Meng Qingxue and watched her leave.
"Miss, you should go back quickly." On the way, the guard glanced at the sky. "It's going to snow. You can't stand the cold."
Turning his head, he found Meng Qingxue staring at a large screen across the road.
On the big screen, the CCTV New Year's Eve Gala was being broadcast live.
The camera panned to the VIP section and happened to capture Fu Yunshen.
Meng Qingxue recognized the girl sitting next to him; it was the one she had seen at the Mu family's house that day.
“No wonder he doesn’t go back to the ancient martial arts world,” Meng Qingxue murmured. “It’s because he’s doing so well in the secular world, and that girl is better off than me.”
The guard frowned: "Miss, you're the best."
“No, I’m not good enough.” Meng Qingxue forced a smile. “I’m physically weak and could die at any time. It’s only natural that he likes young and beautiful women. I’m not good enough for him.”
The guard had absolutely no liking for Fu Yunshen and strongly disagreed: "Miss, he is not good enough for you."
"Moreover, Miss, your body is not entirely without hope. It is said in the ancient medical community that the master of Ancestor Fu Xi has returned. Your father has already said that once Ancestor Fu Xi finds her master, our ancestor will personally go to the Fu family to beg for help."
Fu Xi is so kind, her master can't be much worse.
Meng Qingxue is a young genius in ancient medicine, and for the sake of the development of ancient medicine, she would not stand by and watch someone die.
After all, our ancestors loved talent.
Meng Qingxue didn't say anything more and leaned back in her wheelchair.
The guard sighed and returned to the Meng family.
**
Two days later, Danmeng.
Ying Zijin attended class with a group of Level 4 students.
Because of her extremely high looks, and being the youngest and best-performing member in this group, she wasn't dressed in a long gown or robe.
This caused many people to frequently look up at it.
Ying Zijing stood at the front, pulling down the brim of her baseball cap to cover half her face.
She stood out somewhat from the group of elderly people with white hair.
"Today I will teach you how to refine the Heart-Protecting Pill." On the stage, an old man stroked his beard. "As the name suggests, this is a pill that protects the heart meridian and prevents the heart meridian from bursting during the cultivation of ancient martial artists."
"We have specially invited Miss Qingxue from the Meng family and Young Master Fu Chen from the Fu family to serve as their representatives."
This immediately excited the people below.
Ying Zijin looked up and glanced at Fu Chen.
His facial features were well-proportioned, and his forehead was full.
Fu Chen is a direct descendant of Fu Xi.
She no longer remembered Fu Xi's appearance very clearly.
They should look fairly similar.
“Miss Ying is the first place winner, so let Miss Ying give you a demonstration first.” The old man said again, “Miss Ying, please step forward, this is the prescription.”
"Young Master Fu Chen will now explain the steps for refining the Heart-Protecting Pill to you. Now—"
Before the old man could finish speaking, Meng Qingxue spoke up, "Let me tell you."
Fu Chen shrugged.
He'd love for someone else to take that job so he wouldn't have to bother him anymore.
He still needs to sleep.
The old man was quite surprised: "Then let Miss Qingxue speak."
Meng Qingxue coughed twice and smiled: "Miss Ying, these are the medicinal materials for refining the Heart-Protecting Pill. If the heat and wind can be perfectly controlled, the utilization rate of the pill can reach 90% by using these medicinal materials."
"Of course, this is your first time. As long as you reach 50%, you'll pass."
Before Meng Qingxue arrived, she never expected to run into Ying Zijin at the Pill Alliance.
Too.
The people Fu Yunshen can choose to be attracted to are unlikely to be bad.
But she still didn't want to admit defeat.
Ying Zijing glanced at the prescription, put it down, and said indifferently, "No need, we can start right away."
"..."
The room fell silent upon hearing this.
Meng Qingxue was slightly taken aback.
Fu Chen was quite surprised.
How can we start without being taught the specific steps?
The Heart-Protecting Pill is different from other pills; you can't master its refining method by learning it on your own.
The requirements are too demanding.
This was my first time encountering the Heart-Protecting Pill, and I had no guidance from any ancient medical practitioners.
Even Meng Qingxue and Fu Chen wouldn't do.
Isn't that a bit too arrogant?
The old man's expression turned colder: "Alright, then you can begin."
Ying Zijin walked straight to the medicine furnace in the center and sat down cross-legged.
Meng Qingxue pressed a handkerchief to her lips, frowned slightly, and looked over as well.
She also wanted to know whether Ying Zijin was just boasting or if she could really refine the Heart-Protecting Pill in one go.
(End of this chapter)
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