Everyone was at a loss for words after hearing this.
Bai Aiwen, after a moment of silence, said, "That’s good. They’ve done what I wanted to do, so I can finally let it go."
Zhang Zhaodi hugged the textbook and said, "Serves them right."
Cui Haili saw that it was getting late and didn’t want Bai Aiwen to think too much: "Quick, quick, quick, it’s getting late, let’s pack up and head to the classroom."
Xinyan had already prepared her textbooks by noon. She grabbed her books and water cup and walked out with everyone.
The first class was a professional course by Professor Tao. Throughout the class, Professor Tao didn’t speak a word of Chinese, teaching entirely in English, and constantly interacted with the students. Whenever a student couldn’t answer or answered inaccurately, he would ask Xinyan to answer or supplement.
No one thought much of it and assumed the teacher had changed his teaching style.
Only Xinyan noticed that Professor Tao seemed to be doing it on purpose.
After class, Professor Tao called her name along with that of class president Kong Yuexiang, asking them to follow him to the office.
When the two arrived, Professor Tao said, "I’ve called you here because there’s something I want to discuss with you."
As he spoke, he took out a few academic books: "These were sent by the research institute, and they want someone to translate them. I really don’t have the time, so I recommended the two of you. Are you interested?"
After speaking, he placed the books on the table and pushed them towards them: "Take a look."
Each of them picked a book. Xinyan picked a medical professional book, and Kong Yuexiang picked a mechanical book.
Xinyan briefly flipped through it: "There’s not much else, it’s just that these professional terms might take some time."
Kong Yuexiang nodded, agreeing with Xinyan. The mechanical book he had was also highly specialized, and he feared inaccurate translations might cause issues for the research institute.
Professor Tao nodded at her words: "How about this? You each take a book home, try translating a part first, and let them have a look. If there are no issues, you can continue. How do you feel about that?"
Neither Xinyan nor Kong Yuexiang had any objections. They each selected a book and then left Professor Tao’s office.
So, for some time thereafter, whenever Xinyan went to her mentor to study Chinese medicine, she would occasionally call her two senior brothers to ask for help with Western medical terminology and jargon.
Afterward, from Monday to Friday, she would return to the small courtyard to enjoy the meals Granny Zhang would prepare for her. On Saturday afternoons, she’d go with Granny Zhang to the house in the suburbs, where Sister Chen would also make plenty of delicious dishes to satisfy her cravings.
Apart from translating the book, she was also learning Chinese medicine with her mentor, making her days quite fulfilling.
Of course, during this time, she didn’t forget to use her weekends to find two fixed suppliers, delivering goods once a week, with the plan to clear out the stock she had stored in the space before the holidays and head to the South during winter break.
Perhaps due to her study of Chinese medicine, the inquiries she made to her senior brothers about Western medicine often clicked instantly. Combined with her perfect recall, she found it increasingly easy and quick to translate, despite initial difficulties.
After translating a part, she submitted her work to Professor Tao.
The next day, there were results. The research institute was very satisfied, saying her translation had a high accuracy rate, with most of the professional terms needing no further correction. With this assurance, Xinyan continued to translate the remaining content.