Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 423 - 413: Isn’t this a bit too funny?

Chapter 423: Chapter 413: Isn’t this a bit too funny?

Others were somewhat dismissive of her, feeling that Professor Tan had praised her too highly.

"Virtue unaccompanied by ability invites disaster," they thought.

In the first few classes, Jiang Zhe was nominally an assistant, but in fact, Professor Tan hadn’t rushed her into doing anything.

What she did was still just following along with the studies.

The other second-year graduate students, seeing her like this, were even more dismissive, as they had seen others leapfrog levels in their studies before.

But it was inevitable that skipping grades too often would result in shaky theoretical foundations.

Not to mention the practical courses in medicine.

Jiang Zhe, who was extremely tired after a day of classes, couldn’t be bothered with others’ opinions.

When she returned to the dormitory, the other roommates were gone, and a few new students had moved in.

Disinterested in socializing, she went to bed after washing up, climbing directly onto the top bunk.

It was only when she checked her phone that she saw Qin Jingchen had messaged her after lunch.

"Professor Tan made me attend the second-year graduate course, and I had classes all afternoon. Just saw your message."

"Have you had dinner yet?" Qin Jingchen replied instantly.

"I have, just took a shower."

After typing these words, Jiang Zhe thought about the expression Qin Jingchen might have and deleted "just took a shower," replacing it with "am about to rest."

Following that, Qin Jingchen called her.

Jiang Zhe answered.

He spoke softly, "In a couple of days, I might need to make a trip to the Beicheng Continent."

"For how long?"

Qin Jingchen’s voice was relaxed, "Not too long, don’t worry. Fen Ye and the others will be with me, we’ll take care of some things and then come back."

Jiang Zhe didn’t ask more, simply saying, "Okay."

"Nothing else you want to say?"

"Be safe? Come back soon?" said Jiang Zhe.

"Alright, I’ll be safe and come back soon," Qin Jingchen laughed.

After hanging up, Jiang Zhe knew that his trip this time would not be as relaxed as he had sounded.

Qin Kuo had caused him no small amount of trouble recently, and with the Beicheng Continent shielding Qin Kuo, it might not be easy for Qin Jingchen to resolve the issue personally.

She immediately checked the recent entry procedures for the Beicheng Continent and found them to be as strict as before.

It would be troublesome to go without proper documentation.

Without hesitation, Jiang Zhe called Professor Tan, "Professor Tan, if I were to go to the Beicheng Continent, when could the application be approved? When can I leave?"

"Considering recent events?" Professor Tan, who was getting ready to rest, immediately perked up, "Why, suddenly interested?"

"How can I increase the likelihood of a successful application with the school?"

"Well, that would depend on your academic performance and recommendations from teachers."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhe arrived exceptionally early for the next day’s second-year graduate class, even before Professor Tan himself.

"If anyone has any questions, you can ask me first," Jiang Zhe said.

Today was a lab class, which was more difficult than theoretical classes.

Everyone found it somewhat amusing. They had been studying for nearly seven years, and now they were supposed to ask a freshman for advice?

Wasn’t that a bit too ridiculous?

Jiang Zhe didn’t care about how they saw it; he helped Professor Tan tidy up the lab and get the experimental items ready.

After Professor Tan came in, he was very satisfied and nodded, "Then let’s start today’s experiment... First, let’s have Jiang Zhe give everyone a demonstration."

As Jiang Zhe began the demonstration, a male student shrugged and said, "Really letting Jiang Zhe demonstrate? I thought having her come to learn was outrageous enough. Professor Tan, I hope our course is conducted under more professional procedures, instead of letting a freshman waste our time."

Jiang Zhe also felt it was a waste of time, especially to publicly question Professor Tan.

She said, "This classmate, your name is Ding Yi, right?"

Ding Yi, annoyed, reminded her, "Jiang Zhe, please call me Senior Ding Yi!"

"Technically, I should call you Senior Ding Yi, but now I am Professor Tan’s assistant, and you should call me Teacher Jiang. It’s only natural for me to call you by your name."

Ding Yi choked for a moment, he only wanted to refute Jiang Zhe, not to resist Professor Tan.

"Ding Yi, is there something wrong with your right hand?" Jiang Zhe asked.

Everyone was a bit surprised. Ding Yi had injured his right hand playing basketball before, and had indeed been in a cast, but that was last semester’s news. Jiang Zhe hadn’t even arrived at that time, and no one else had mentioned it since—could it have been Professor Tan who told Jiang Zhe?

"How did you know?" Ding Yi retorted.

"When you lift your right hand, the muscles and tendons pull in a specific way, clearly a sequelae of a previous injury, resulting in your right fingers not being flexible, having some difficulty holding a pen or chopsticks."

Ding Yi, struck by the accuracy, said, "So what if that’s true?"

He was now a second-year graduate student, already twenty-six years old, and had no patience to listen to a greenhorn girl’s preachings. Was this some kind of joke?

Facing Jiang Zhe, his tone wasn’t very good.

"It’s not a big deal. Your hand was injured in an off-center location initially, so even though it seems fine after healing, in truth, your fingers have lost many of their fine motor functions. For example, one of the most important skills for a surgeon—the ability to handle a scalpel. That’s why you’re now planning to switch from specializing in surgery to internal medicine, in preparation for changing departments for future employment. Thus, you are more anxious than the other students and do not want to waste any classroom time, which is also why you’re particularly vocal in your opposition to me," Jiang Zhe explained calmly.

Ding Yi was astounded.

The others were surprised as well; these were things none of them had heard Ding Yi talk about before.

Perhaps it was Professor Tan who had discussed this with Jiang Zhe?

But only Ding Yi knew that he had never mentioned any of this to Professor Tan.

That summer, because of his hand, he had felt despondent and depressed, but eventually, he could only console himself, thinking that if he couldn’t use a scalpel in the future, at least he’d avoid the hard work.

However, the sense of frustration that comes with being a medical student unable to wield a scalpel in the future was something only he understood.

So today, he was more irritable and unwilling to let anyone waste his precious study time.

Professor Tan said, "Ding Yi, come see me after class."

As a student had encountered such a major issue, Professor Tan felt he could not shirk responsibility.

Jiang Zhe looked at Professor Tan, "Professor Tan, if Ding Yi trusts me, I can perform surgery on him again to correct the tendons and bones in his hand, and he would recover as before. I’d like to consult your opinion first."

"I think it’s fine. But more importantly, it’s up to him," responded the professor.

Ding Yi smiled bitterly, "Don’t try to comfort me. These past few months, I’ve seen many doctors, even the famous ones in Beijing, and they all said the injury to my hand is irreversible."

He felt a surge of regret and self-reproach when he remembered the injury was from playing basketball—if only it had been from something more worthwhile.

"Suit yourself," Jiang Zhe said indifferently, sitting down.

The other students whispered amongst themselves, feeling that Jiang Zhe was probably exaggerating; if other renowned doctors couldn’t cure it, how could she?