A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"Professor Yang! Please slow down!"

Su Nianci's short legs could barely keep up with the pace as she was being pulled along.

Yang Wenbo, an old man in his sixties, suddenly burst out with speed comparable to a young man, pulling her along the tree-lined path of Peking University as they ran wildly.

Behind them, students who had just finished class peeked out and watched the old man and the young boy disappear around the corner, and a buzz of discussion erupted.

"My God! What is Professor Yang trying to do?"

"I don't know! His expression changed just now, like something terrible had happened!"

"Could it be that the child prodigy said something wrong and angered the old professor?"

"Bullshit! Didn't you see Professor Yang's eyes? He was excited! He was thrilled!"

Zhang Lan and Wang Jing from dormitory 302 exchanged a glance, quickly packed their things, and chased after them.

Only Qiao Li sat in her seat, biting her lip so hard that her nails were almost digging into the desk.

On what grounds?

Why should that little brat receive such attention from Professor Yang?

---

"Professor Yang, where exactly are you taking me?"

Su Nianci was dragged through the teaching building and headed straight for a military green jeep parked at the school gate.

"The General Hospital of the Military Region!" Yang Wenbo opened the car door and practically shoved her into the back seat. "A high-ranking officer developed chylous leakage after surgery, and all the experts were at a loss! The anatomical variation you mentioned might be the key!"

Su Nianci's heart skipped a beat.

Chyleukorrhea? Postoperative complication?

In her past life, she had handled countless cases like this, but in this era of poor medical conditions, it was indeed a thorny problem.

"But Professor Yang, I'm just a student..."

"What's wrong with students?!" Yang Wenbo started the car. "Hua Tuo was already practicing medicine in his teens! You got into Peking University, but you can't save lives?!"

Just as the car drove out of the school gate, a figure suddenly rushed out from the roadside and almost hit the front of the car!

"squeak--"

Sudden braking!

Yang Wenbo poked his head out and roared, "Are you looking for death?!"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

The man apologized, walked around to the car window, and revealed a handsome face.

She was a girl in her early twenties, with two braids, wearing a faded blue blouse, and carrying a stack of books.

"Nianci?!"

The girl looked through the car window and saw Su Nianci in the back seat. Her eyes widened instantly. "Is it really you?!"

Su Nianci was taken aback for a moment, then carefully examined the other person.

This face... looks somewhat familiar.

"You are... Lin Wenjun?!"

The older sister, a former educated youth, who helped her out of a predicament on the train and discussed the future of the country with her!

"It's me! It's me!" Lin Wenjun exclaimed excitedly, almost dropping her book. "I got into Peking University too! The Chinese Literature Department! I was just thinking about how to find you!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Yang Wenbo honked impatiently. "We can catch up later! There's a matter of life and death here!"

"A matter of life and death?" Lin Wenjun's expression changed. "Nianci, where are you going?"

"The General Hospital of the Military Region, for consultation," Su Nianci said briefly.

Lin Wenjun gasped.

A child going to consult with a military region leader?

This...this is insane!

"Then hurry up and go!" Lin Wenjun took a step back, waved at her, and said, "I'll come find you in the dorm later! Room 302, right? I've already checked!"

The car roared away.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Su Nianci saw Lin Wenjun standing there watching her go, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

In this day and age, to be able to reunite with an old friend in the vast sea of ​​people is a rare and precious fate.

---

It was evening.

When Su Nianci dragged her tired body back to the dormitory, it was already completely dark.

The consultation process was more complicated than she had imagined. The official's condition was indeed, as she had suspected, a postoperative complication caused by a rare anatomical variation of the thoracic duct. She immediately drew detailed anatomical diagrams and proposed a revised surgical plan.

A group of elderly experts with white hair studied her drawings for three hours, and finally stood up and bowed to express their gratitude.

Yang Wenbo immediately decided to take her on as his last disciple.

"Niannian! You're finally back!"

As soon as Zhang Lan saw her, she rushed over. "Do you know what's going on in the entire medical department this afternoon? They're saying Professor Yang took you to see a military leader!"

"Really?" Wang Jing leaned closer, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses.

"Yes, it's true." Su Nianci nodded without explaining further.

She was too tired and just wanted to take a shower and go to bed early.

"Oh, right!" Zhang Lan suddenly remembered something, "A girl came looking for you earlier, saying she was your friend, named Lin Wenjun."

"She came by?"

"Yes! I also left you a note."

Su Nianci took the note; it was written in delicate handwriting:

"Nianci, congratulations on becoming a legend at Peking University. But I must remind you, the taller the tree, the more the wind will blow. There are already people in the student council watching you, especially Zhou Yi. He's the vice-minister's son, and he wields immense power at the university. Be careful. —Wenjun"

Zhou Yi?

Su Nianci narrowed her eyes.

She hasn't even provoked anyone yet, but someone's already set their sights on her?

"Nian, do you know Zhou Yi?" Wang Jing asked softly. "He's the student council president, I heard he's incredibly capable, even professors give him face."

"I don't know him," Su Nianci said calmly, "but we'll get to know each other soon."

Her tone was calm, but Zhang Lan and Wang Jing both sensed a chill in her voice.

Only Qiao Li, who was lying on the upper bunk, had a flicker in her eyes when she heard the name "Zhou Yi".

---

Early the next morning.

As soon as Su Nianci stepped out of the dormitory building, she saw Lin Wenjun waiting for her downstairs.

"Sister Wenjun!"

"Nianci!" Lin Wenjun strode over, looking her up and down. "How did yesterday's consultation go?"

"It's alright, the problem is solved."

"You're really amazing," Lin Wenjun exclaimed sincerely. "I sensed you were extraordinary on the train, but I never imagined you were this extraordinary."

The two walked side by side on their way to the cafeteria.

Lin Wenjun suddenly lowered her voice: "Nianci, did you see the note I left yesterday?"

"I saw it."

"Do you know who Zhou Yi is?"

"I'm not quite sure," Su Nianci shook her head. "Sister Wenjun, could you tell me in more detail?"

Lin Wenjun sighed: "Zhou Yi, the only son of the student union president and vice minister. He's like a local tyrant at Peking University, controlling graduate school admission quotas, scholarship allocations, and even some professors' research projects."

"Many students try to curry favor with him for the sake of their future."

"And..." Lin Wenjun paused, "He has a peculiar hobby: he likes to collect 'geniuses.' He tries to win over any outstanding student who stands out in school to the student council and use them for his own purposes."

"What if you don't comply?"

"Then suppress him." Lin Wenjun's face was a little ugly. "There was a senior in our department who rejected him, and as a result, her postgraduate recommendation qualification was revoked on trumped-up charges. In the end, she could only go back to her hometown to become a teacher."

Su Nianci's eyes turned cold.

"So, he's got his eye on me now?"

"Probably." Lin Wenjun looked at her worriedly. "Nianci, you're in the limelight right now, he definitely won't let you off the hook. I reckon he'll come looking for you in the next couple of days."

"That's perfect." Su Nianci smiled faintly. "I'd like to meet him too."

Lin Wenjun was taken aback: "You...you're not afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Su Nianci looked up at the distant teaching building. "Sister Wenjun, don't worry. Since I dare to stand here, I'm not afraid of anyone."

Her voice was soft, but Lin Wenjun could hear an indescribable power in it.

Just then, a young man in a sharp suit with slicked-back hair walked over from the opposite side, accompanied by several student council members.

His gaze locked precisely on Su Nianci.

Lin Wenjun's expression changed: "It's him! Zhou Yi!"

Su Nianci did not dodge.

She stood still, calmly watching the man walk towards her.

Zhou Yi stopped in front of her, looking down at her with what he considered a refined smile on his face.

"You're Su Nianci?"

"it's me."

"I've heard so much about you." Zhou Yi extended his hand. "I'm Zhou Yi, the student council president. There's something I'd like to discuss with you. I wonder if you'd be interested..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Nianci interrupted him.

"Not interested."

Zhou Yi's smile froze.