"Practical coursework 100 points? How is that possible!"
"Damn, Tang Shu getting a hundred in other subjects is one thing, but how could she score 100 in practical coursework too?"
"Holy moly, this is completely impossible! The highest score anyone from our school has gotten in practical coursework is just 70 points!"
"A 30-point gap, did she hack or something?"
"There’s something fishy, absolutely something fishy, how could this be possible, who is the mentor responsible for Tang Shu, is anyone in her group?"
"I know, I know, it’s Zhang Qi, Doctor Zhang. Although I’m not in her group, I’ve seen her!"
"Doctor Zhang Qi? He’s a very strict person, the scores he gives out can’t be wrong."
As everyone was buzzing about the practical coursework scores, Chen Lu, Tang Shu’s counselor, was still on the phone with Zhang Qi using the office landline.
"Doctor Zhang, are you serious, Tang Shu’s acupuncture skills are really that amazing?"
"Certainly, and Doctor Wang from the gynecology department can testify to that, he wrote the report on that cesarean section."
"I trust you, I’m just a bit astonished."
The Zhang Qi on the other end of the line wasn’t angry, quite the contrary, he was in a very good mood.
"I suggest you get a surgical report from Dr. Wang and study Tang Shu’s acupuncture closely, to be honest, I still haven’t figured out how she did it."
"Thank you, Doctor Zhang, I’ll get in touch with Dr. Wang right away."
The more Chen Lu listened, the more complex her expression became, her face showing a mix of astonishment and a bit of frustration.
Now great, she had originally planned to use the grades as a reason to warn Tang Shu not to ask for leave in the future and to get back on track.
According to the agreement, she had no reason to stop Tang Shu from taking leave in the future, and as one might expect, it got even harder to see her around the campus.
After hanging up, Chen Lu flipped open the address book to find Doctor Wang and requested a copy of that surgical report, then she bowed her head and began to study it.
Imperial Capital Medical University, in the dormitory.
Cheng Ranran gave Tang Shu another big bear hug, hanging herself directly onto Tang Shu’s body and startling the latter into reflexively reaching out to catch her plump little form.
"Could you lighten up a bit!"
"Ying, Shushu when did you start learning bad habits from Xiaohui? You’re being mean to me!"
How does one deal with this strange lolita who can whimper ’ying ying ying’ at any moment?
The kind that deserves a spanking!
Ye Xiaohui threw Tang Shu a helpless look as she heard knocking on the dorm door, then turned to welcome several girls into the room.
Ever since the midterm grades came out, Tang Shu’s dorm had become the most popular one in the department, bar none.
Day in and day out, girls would come to ask about textbook problems, covering everything from Basic Chinese Medicine Clinical to the study of medicinal herbs. Not a single subject was overlooked, but the more they asked, the more amazed they were.
"Tang Shu, you’re like a walking encyclopedia!"
"Damn, you know about this problem too? How many books have you read?"
Tang Shu guiltily touched her nose and didn’t answer. Cheng Ranran scoffed at the question.
Apart from those few days before the midterms, she hadn’t seen her roommate read a book!
"So how does that saying go? Tang Shu scores a hundred because the test is only out of a hundred, right?"
Someone pointed at the neat stack of notebooks on Tang Shu’s desk, voicing their curiosity.
Cheng Ranran wore a bizarre expression, "This is the ’IQ tax’ that I paid!"