When Yang Yunlin went to visit Yang Yuanshan in his old house today, he was scolded severely by Yang Yuanshan.
Yang Yunlin, who was suffocating in his heart, explained a few words and then retorted a few words, which completely annoyed Yang Yuanshan.
Yang Yuanshan lost his temper and scolded Yang Yunlin like crazy.
Yang Yunlin also got angry and slammed the door and left without giving his old father face.
After hearing Yang Qingyin talk about such an important matter, Luo Ziling immediately stopped talking and asked Yang Qingyin to go for a stroll by Weiming Lake.
Yang Qingyin did not refuse and readily agreed.
Twenty minutes later, Luo Ziling met Yang Qingyin by the Weiming Lake.
Both of them were wearing hats and glasses, so people who were unfamiliar with them would hardly recognize them.
After the meeting, Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling discussed the situation again, and then asked Luo Ziling: "Tell me, why did my father quarrel with my grandfather?"
"Perhaps, this is not a good sign," Luo Ziling thought of the speculation he had thought of a few days ago and felt a little worried.
After Yang Qingyin was silent for a while, he asked Luo Ziling in a low voice: "Do you think that because my grandfather and my father have differences on many things, the conflicts between them will become bigger and bigger, and eventually lead to them turning against each other?"
"Don't you think things are indeed moving in this direction?" Luo Ziling did not deny it, but also expressed his guess, "I don't think your father wants your grandfather to recover."
Hearing what Luo Ziling said, Yang Qingyin shook violently and then fell into deep thought.
In the end, he did not deny Luo Ziling's statement. He nodded slightly and said, "This possibility cannot be ruled out."
"Therefore, your father does not want us to help your grandfather continue his treatment." Luo Ziling said with a bitter smile, "But I hope our guess is wrong."
"If your guess is wrong, what are the possibilities?"
"Perhaps they are acting together."
"What kind of show are you playing?"
"I don't know either," Luo Ziling spread his hands helplessly, "If I could guess it, I would be an old fox too."
"Although it is possible, I still don't believe that my father wanted my grandfather to die prematurely."
"If your grandfather hadn't been here, your father would have made the final decision on everything in the Yang family." Luo Ziling reminded.
"Now, everything in the Yang family is basically decided by him," Yang Qingyin argued: "After he found out that he was infected, my grandfather basically stopped caring about the family affairs, and my father took the decision. He shirks a lot of state affairs.
, what I hope most now is to take good care of my body.”
"Pry more into the affairs between them, so as not to be caught off guard." Luo Ziling reminded Yang Qingyin: "I think you must be able to find out something."
Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling strangely for a few times, and finally nodded.
The two of them didn't exchange any more words and started walking slowly along Weiming Lake.
When they walked to the place where they first met, Luo Ziling said with a smile: "That night, I jumped over from here and scared you."
Speaking of the first time the two met, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but feel tenderness.
She looked at Luo Ziling blankly for a few times and then said softly: "How did you jump over such a tall bush?"
"Then let me jump and show it to you," Luo Ziling said, walked around to the other side, took a quick run, and jumped over as soon as the Ling family turned over.
In Yang Qingyin's low voice, he hugged her, and then laughed and said: "That's what happened that day. I didn't expect to hug a stunning beauty."
Seeing Luo Ziling hugging Luo Ziling in his arms regardless of the side glances of the classmates next to him, Yang Qingyin was so embarrassed that he quickly struggled.
But Luo Ziling didn't let her struggle away. Instead, he put his arm around her shoulders and continued walking forward.
Seeing that no one recognized them, Yang Qingyin also let Luo Ziling hold her in his arms.
After the two of them walked around Weiming Lake twice, they saw that it was almost time for class, and then they parted ways.
In the afternoon, Luo Ziling received a call from Wu Mingyun, the dean of the medical school, asking him to go to the principal's office together.
After Luo Ziling thought about it, he did not refuse. He asked for leave from his inorganic chemistry teacher and went to the principal's office.
When he arrived at the principal's office, Wu Mingyun was already there.
Seeing the two principals looking very happy, Luo Ziling roughly guessed what was going on.
"Yesterday, General Manager Li convened people from the Ministry of Education, the Health and Family Planning Commission, and the Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine to discuss the design of a new major at Yanda and the establishment of a national laboratory of traditional Chinese medicine." Without waiting for Luo Ziling to ask anything, Li Jinghui directly explained the situation.
, "The general LI is to support us in establishing a national laboratory. If a national laboratory is to be established, related professional disciplines will definitely be established."
Wu Mingyun took over the topic, "Although the leaders of other ministries and commissions expressed their opinions, no one raised clear objections. In other words, as long as nothing unexpected happens, both of these major things can be achieved."
"But other schools, such as Huaxia University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and other schools of traditional Chinese medicine, are definitely opposed to it because we have stolen their limelight and even their jobs," Li Jinghui laughed and said, "But who told us to recruit so many talents."
Li Jinghui said, pushing something in front of Luo Ziling, "This is our school's admission notice for the next semester. What do you think of the design?"
Luo Ziling took the admission notice and saw his photo printed on the cover.
Not only him, but also several other people.
There are two women, one is Luo Yuqing and the other is Yang Qingyin.
"Principal Li, why did you print the looks of the three of us on it?" Luo Ziling was a little dumbfounded.
"You are the legend of Yan University, and you are good-looking. Do you have any problem with using you as the promotional brand of our school?" Li Jinghui laughed and said, "I will ask them both for their opinions. If you both accept it,
That’s it for the admission notice for next semester.”
He did not give Luo Ziling a chance to continue expressing his opinion, and immediately changed the topic: "If you take on the responsibility of the head of a national laboratory in the future and make major inventions, your reputation will be even louder and will be known for generations to come.
Mr. Yan is talking about it. Student Luo Ziling, this is your honor and your responsibility. You have to work hard."
"First implement these two important tasks," Wu Mingyun reminded Li Jinghui: "Principal Li, I think that as long as these two tasks are completed, then Zi Ling and his companions will definitely do the work.
Be better and create more miracles."
"Student Luo Ziling, we hope it's you who will stand on the Nobel podium next time." Li Jinhui stood up, walked to Luo Ziling, and patted his shoulder heavily, "I hope you will be the youngest Nobel Prize winner in the world.
Award winner, in that case, you will definitely become a legend."
Luo Ziling replied with a bit of laughter and tears: "Well, I can only say that I am grateful to the two principals for their trust and I will work hard."
Although this was a bit untrue, Luo Ziling admitted that Li Jinghui's words just now did give him some expectations. (To be continued)