"The Taoist sect and our Wushu Association are two unrelated organizations. Since the other party is from the Taoist sect, according to the procedures, I need to inform the sect of this matter and let them handle it..."
Zheng Yunlong's tone of voice was quite embarrassing.
If Ning Chen was bullied by the Taoist sect, he could indeed do this.
But who is Ning Chen?
That's King Wu!
Even with his heels, he knew that the other party would definitely not get any advantage from Ning Chen. In this case, the Taoist sect might even launch an attack!
However, he did not dare to say these words.
"So troublesome?"
Ning Chen frowned, a little confused.
"Yes, Mr. Ning, do you think..."
"Forget it, since this is a problem for you, let's forget it for now."
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Ning Chen shook his head slightly. The old Taoist priest was hit in the valve by his palm and could not survive for long. As for the young one, he couldn't make any waves, so Ning Chen didn't take it to heart.
Zheng Yunlong felt as if he had been granted amnesty.
…
The next day, the Cheongju University exam officially began.
Students from Qingzhou University came to the teaching building with different expressions. Signs had been hung in front of each classroom with the exam subjects written on them.
The semester has gone by in a flash, and some students are very nervous as they have to start the acceptance test before they even open their textbooks.
The corridors were crowded, and every classroom was packed. Even the teachers of Qingda University discovered for the first time that there were so many students in Qingdao University.
Zhang Miaomiao is also one of the invigilators today. Under the podium, the students are writing furiously, but Zhang Miaomiao keeps his head down, looking at an academic magazine in his hand.
Even with light make-up on her face, she still looked a little pale. She had unbearable stomach pain since yesterday. In the past, she would be relieved by taking two stomach medicines, but this time she still hasn't gotten better.
She was suffering from stomachache at the moment, and the sound of the students writing furiously in the audience was a torment for her.
Zhang Miaomiao only hopes that the exam will end soon. However, the exam has only started for five minutes, and the suffering has just begun!
"Teacher, hand in the paper."
When there was a sound, Zhang Miaomiao didn't even raise his head, just nodded slightly.
She was not even in the mood to think about whether handing in the paper in five minutes would result in a blank paper.
However, the figure who handed in the paper did not leave. Instead, he stood by the podium and continued: "I told you to see a doctor earlier, but you didn't listen. Now the situation is serious. It is estimated that there will be a perforation, and it may require surgery." .”
Zhang Miaomiao frowned and raised her head to drive away this annoying ghost. When she saw the speaker, she was stunned.
Why does this boy... look familiar!
"You are...that Ning Chen! It's you again!"
After being stunned for a moment, Zhang Miaomiao immediately remembered and sneered: "What, are you giving up on yourself and waiting for a make-up exam? You just handed in a blank paper in five minutes?"
Ning Chen sighed helplessly and shook his head slightly: "You'd better care about yourself."
After Ning Chen finished speaking, he turned and left.
"damn it……"
After Ning Chen left, Zhang Miaomiao felt even more uncomfortable. She could still hold on, but Ning Chen's few words became the straw that broke the camel's back. She was really scared now.
Zhang Miaomiao hurriedly sent a message on her mobile phone: "Siran, come and help me lead the class. I'm invigilating the exam in classroom 01306! Come quickly, it's urgent!"
Within five minutes of Zhang Miaomiao hanging up the phone, a girl with a ponytail and sportswear hurried over.
"Miaomiao, why do you look so ugly!?"
"Help me lead the class, I have to go to the infirmary!"
Zhang Miaomiao got up quickly and hurried to the infirmary.
Half an hour later, Yang Zining breathed a long sigh of relief at the Qingda University Medical Office: "The letter arrived just in time. If the gastric perforation would have occurred in a few minutes in the evening, I'm afraid surgery would be required by then."
"Professor Yang, it's not that serious...I usually eat irregularly, and my stomachache doesn't last a day or two. I used to take some painkillers and it would go away. What happened this time..."
"You still have the nerve to say that? You young people don't care about your irregular diet and sleep schedule. If you have a physical problem, you still use painkillers to quench your thirst. You just need a lesson! Remember to take the medicine I prescribed for you on time. You can only eat liquid food within a month, avoid this, otherwise I’ll see you on the operating table!”
Yang Zining had a sullen face and an unhappy tone.
Zhang Miaomiao was startled and nodded hurriedly in assurance.
When leaving the infirmary, Zhang Miaomiao subconsciously stopped and said, "Professor Yang, do you think there is anyone who can tell directly about my disease?"
"Can you tell at a glance?"
Yang Zining was silent for a while and nodded: "My five thousand years of Chinese traditional medicine heritage is profound and profound. If you are an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor, you can still know it at a glance!"
Zhang Miaomiao nodded, could it be that Ning Chen is a Chinese medicine doctor?
Although Qingda Medical College specializes in Western medicine, Chinese medicine also accounts for a large proportion. Maybe that Ning Chen is really a child of a family of Chinese medicine.
But thinking that Ning Chen actually had to take the basic subject examination for engineering students, Zhang Miaomiao was moved.
She looked at the time and saw that the exam was not over yet, so she picked up the phone and called her colleague Sun Siran.
"Miaomiao, how are you? Are you feeling better?"
"I'm fine, Siran, have you seen the papers on the podium?"
"Well, look, is this person named Ning Chen your student?"
"How did he answer?"
"The answers are full, perfect, and there is no mistake at all. I used three solutions for the last calculus question. What happened to him? Did he hand in the paper in advance?"
"Hello? Miaomiao?"
Sun Siran looked confused and asked on the phone. Zhang Miaomiao had already stayed where he was.
…
On the bench in the corridor of Teaching Building No. 3.
"PentaKill!"
Ning Chen completed the pentakill perfectly. He still handed in the paper for the second exam in advance. There was another exam in the afternoon. Lunch time hadn't come yet, so he just started playing the game in the corridor.
Ning Chen was playing hard when a call came in. It was an unfamiliar number. Ning Chen frowned and hung up.
Not long after, the bell rang, indicating that the exam was over, and Ning Chen's phone rang again, with the same number.
Ning Chen had no choice but to answer the phone.
Zhang Miaomiao: "Ning Chen, thank you for the reminder. To express my gratitude, how about I treat you to lunch?"
"Sorry, I have an appointment."
Zhang Miaomiao: "..."
Ning Chen's words made Zhang Miaomiao speechless. She is twenty-five years old, in her prime, and has a doctorate degree. Otherwise, she would not be able to teach for Qingdao undergraduates. She usually has countless suitors, but today she met Ning Chen. Got the nail!
"Then... another day?"
Zhang Miaomiao tentatively spoke.
"By the way, Teacher Zhang, I still hope you can fulfill your previous promise. If you get enough marks, remember to pass it and record the credits!"
"This is absolutely no problem, classmate Ning Chen, don't worry, I will do what I say!"
Zhang Miaomiao hurriedly assured her on the other end of the phone. Just as he was about to say a few more words, Ning Chen had already hung up the phone.
