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"Hehe, you've never seen this before, have you? Just a tiny bit, put in Yu Haitang's water cup, and even if Yu Haitang tries to build a virtuous image for herself, she'll still become a slut." Cui Dake said with a lewd grin.

Yang Weimin's eyes lit up, but he immediately said, "What if Yu Haitang calls the police?"

"What are you afraid of? If she becomes your woman, she definitely won't dare to call the police unless she doesn't care about her reputation. Don't worry," Cui Dake said.

Yang Weimin thought for a moment and then nodded. Since he couldn't win Yu Haitang's heart, he would win her body. He refused to believe that Yu Haitang would still resist him once she became his woman.

In this era, women value their chastity highly. Once sex is consummated, they are basically considered the other person's woman.

"Great, it seems you're the one with the best ideas. Don't worry, once I get Yu Haitang, I won't treat you unfairly," Yang Weimin said.

"When I get Ding Qiunan, you'll have to help me, and you'll also have to help me deal with He Yudong," Cui Dake said.

"Don't worry, He Yudong is our common enemy. We have to kill him." Yang Weimin said, but in his heart he was thinking: After I get Yu Haitang, will I care whether you live or die? Deal with He Yudong? Don't be ridiculous. He's seen how good that kid is. More than a dozen people are no match for him.

Honestly, Yang Weimin was genuinely afraid of He Yudong. That kid was not only skilled in combat, but he had also managed to make him itch all over for days without him even realizing it, forcing him to spend money on an antidote…

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth in hatred, but he was a smart man and knew to avoid confrontation. Moreover, he knew that Deputy Factory Director Li—his uncle—had been beaten into the hospital by He Yudong, losing all his teeth and now needing dentures, while He Yudong was completely unharmed.

His uncle, Deputy Factory Director Li, was punished by He Yudong because of Ding Qiunan. If Cui Dake still has his eye on Ding Qiunan, isn't that like an old man who's tired of living?

When the clinic closed, Yu Haitang made an excuse to go see He Yushui and ended up going home with He Yudong. Ding Qiunan could only feel helpless about this, but since she was already Yudong's woman, she was sure Yu Haitang couldn't take her away.

Upon returning to the courtyard house, Second Uncle Liu Haizhong was immediately displeased to see He Yudong bringing Yu Haitang back. Yi Zhonghai and Xu Damao shared the same sentiment.

At this moment, the three of them, the old, the middle-aged and the young, gathered at Liu Haizhong's house to drink and chat, discussing how to unify the courtyard house.

"Hey, He Yudong is really going too far! It was one thing to bring that Doctor Ding home last time, but now it's Yu Haitang. It's outrageous!" Liu Haizhong said angrily, even using one of the few idioms he knew.

"He Yudong is clearly morally corrupt. I think we must report him for having illicit relationships," Yi Zhonghai said. "We absolutely cannot let this black sheep continue like this, otherwise He Yudong will ruin the reputation of our compound."

"He Yudong is currently being valued by the leadership, and we don't have any direct evidence, so we can't do anything about him for the time being. At most, we can just annoy him a little," Xu Damao said.

"Then let's disgust him a little," Liu Haizhong said.

"That's right, we can't let him continue to be so smug," Yi Zhonghai said.

"Hey, gentlemen, dealing with someone like He Yudong, you either have to teach him a lesson or beat him to death. So let's hold back for now. That kid won't be smug for long. We need to think long-term," Xu Damao said.

Of the three, Xu Damao is the most intelligent, so he is basically in charge now.

Upon arriving at He Yudong's house, Yu Haitang did not go to He Yushui's place, but instead sat on He Yudong's bed, picked up a book, and began to read it casually.

He Yudong thought for a moment, then spent a few merit points to buy a women's watch from the system shop, handed it to Yu Haitang, and said, "Haitang, this is for you, consider it a return gift for the leather shoes you gave me."

Upon seeing the watch He Yudong produced, Yu Haitang was immediately surprised and quickly said, "Brother Yudong, this is too valuable, I can't accept it."

Watches are high-end items these days; you can't buy a Swiss Titoni watch for less than several hundred yuan, and you even need a watch coupon. He Yudong's watch looks even more high-end and beautiful than a Titoni, so it must be more expensive. The leather shoes she gave He Yudong cost less than twenty yuan.

"Here, take it. I haven't returned the favor with the scarf you gave me last time." He Yudong shoved the watch into Yu Haitang's hand.

Yu Haitang didn't refuse any longer, taking the watch out of its exquisite box, and she couldn't put it down. This watch seemed somewhat similar to He Yushui's, but with some differences, yet it was just as beautiful.

"Thank you, Brother Yudong." Yu Haitang got up and gave He Yudong a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Brother Yudong." Yu Haitang got up and gave He Yudong a kiss on the cheek.

"You..." He Yudong was speechless. He had only given a return gift.

Actually, Yu Haitang did it on purpose. Seeing Ding Qiunan kiss He Yudong today made her feel unbalanced; she couldn't lose to her. She thought that since Brother Yudong gave her such an expensive gift, he must like her.

"By the way, Brother Yudong, are you free this weekend?" Yu Haitang asked again.

"The weekend? We're not sure yet. What's wrong?" He Yudong asked.

"I just got back, and I haven't seen you in so long. I wanted to ask you to go out and have some fun," Yu Haitang said expectantly.

"Um..." He Yudong realized he hadn't used the Peach Blossom Talisman, yet his luck with women was still so strong. He thought for a moment and said, "Sunday probably won't work, but Saturday should be free."

On Sunday, I had arranged to instruct Zhong Yuemin and his group on training, but Saturday was uneventful because Ding Qiunan was going home and I didn't need to accompany her.

"Then it's a date! Let's go out together on Saturday! I'll come find you on Saturday morning," Yu Haitang said happily.

Saturday, which is the day after tomorrow.

The next morning, around 8 a.m., Shui Jing's car arrived at the steel mill's clinic. She had previously arranged to go to the medical school to complete her onboarding procedures with He Yudong.

Of course, being a professor there would only mean two classes a week, one morning each. The salary wouldn't be high, but it would still be around sixty or seventy yuan, which is unusual considering how low university professors' salaries are these days.

We've already spoken to the steel mill, so He Yudong doesn't need to go to work there every Friday. He can just go to the medical school for classes, and the weekend will be right after he finishes his classes.

With Shui Jing, the dean of the medical school, guiding him, He Yudong quickly completed his onboarding procedures and became a teacher of Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnostics at the medical school.

After completing the onboarding procedures, Shui Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief, finally having He Yudong tied to this boat.

The news that He Yudong had become a professor at the medical school quickly spread throughout the entire medical school.

"Have you heard? We have a new professor at our medical school, brought by Principal Shui himself. He's just a greenhorn in his early twenties. Do you think Principal Shui has gone mad? A Twenty-something-year-old professor of Traditional Chinese Medicine? Isn't that ridiculous?"

"I bet that kid got in through connections, got in through back channels. The atmosphere at this school is getting worse and worse; how come just anyone can become a professor?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience, feudal superstition, and one of the Four Olds; it should be abolished! Western medicine is the true science."

"Professor Wu is right! However, the thinking of most Chinese people is still too outdated. Those dregs of feudal society must be completely eradicated for our country to have hope. Look at other countries, they are so much more advanced than us, do they use traditional Chinese medicine? No!"

Currently, many medical school professors are Western medicine practitioners, many of whom are highly educated graduates who have studied abroad. However, some of them have gone astray. After learning Western medicine, they have been misled by foreign ideas and have forgotten their roots, believing that traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience and feudal superstition.

There are still many people like this in this era. Because China has experienced a period of chaos and is finally rebuilding, it is still relatively backward compared to foreign countries, so they feel inferior.

"Professor Wu, why don't we meet that kid and see what he's capable of? If he's not, we can just fire him!"

"That's right, Professor Wu, you have the highest prestige here, which is a perfect opportunity to strike at Shui Jing!"

"Comrade Xiao He, this will be your office from now on. And here's the key. How's that? Satisfied? Feel free to make any requests..."

Shui Jing treated He Yudong very well. What could she do? He Yudong was a renowned doctor, after all. She would need to learn more about medicine from him in the future, so naturally she had to curry favor. Furthermore, He Yudong had gained the favor of those important figures, so his future was limitless.

After completing the onboarding procedures, Shui Jing led He Yudong to the office. The office wasn't large, only about ten square meters, but it was very clean and in a good location. It was fully equipped with bookshelves and a desk, although the chair was a bit hard. Overall, it was quite nice.

He Yudong enjoys professor-level benefits, so he naturally has a private office. Most university teachers share a room with several others. On one side are the offices of the president and vice-president, and on the other side are offices of other professors, as well as common offices.

"No need, it's fine. I only come once a week anyway," He Yudong said with a smile.

"That's good. Please feel free to ask if you need anything. By the way, today is Friday. How about we go see the students first and introduce ourselves?" Shui Jing said.

"Okay, I'd also like to see what medical students are like," He Yudong said.

Medical schools now offer both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and the specializations are not as distinct, so students study both, although there is a greater emphasis on Western medicine these days.

This is why Shui Jing insisted on bringing He Yudong over to serve as a professor. In the eyes of those students, becoming a good TCM doctor requires age, but He Yudong is different—he is a highly skilled doctor, yet he is very young, even younger than some of the students.

The medical school has a very traditional feel, with many buildings in the Chinese architectural style, yet it also appears quite grand and beautiful. The classrooms are located on the second floor of Teaching Building No. 1.

The students were somewhat surprised to see Xiao Zhang arrive with a young man.

"Hey, is this the new student? He's so handsome!" A girl exclaimed with delight when she saw He Yudong.

"Really? But how come there are transfer students in our medical school?" another girl said.

A boy overheard the girls in his class talking about a handsome guy and became indignant. He said sarcastically, "I bet he got in through connections. He came with the principal, so he's probably related to him. What's the use of being handsome? In university, it's all about ability."

"Tch, I think you're just jealous of his good looks," several girls said discontentedly.

In any era, people with good looks always receive more attention, which includes not only liking but also jealousy and even resentment.

"Everyone, please be quiet." Shui Jing spoke up at this moment. "Let me introduce you. This is Comrade He Yudong, who will be your Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnostics teacher from now on."

The words caused an uproar in the room, which then fell silent.

A moment later, a female student stood up and said, "Principal, did you just say he was our new teacher? Did we mishear?"

"You heard me right. Comrade He Yudong is the newly arrived professor of Traditional Chinese Medicine, specifically in charge of your TCM diagnostics discipline," Principal Shui Jing repeated. "You might think Comrade He Yudong is about your age, but his medical skills are exceptional, so you don't need to doubt him."

He Yudong looked at the students in the classroom, a faint smile appearing on his face. He then picked up a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard in running script. He looked at the students again and said, "Hello everyone, my name is He Yudong. I hope you'll all take good care of me in the future."

"Um, Teacher He, right?" At this moment, a boy stood up, looked at He Yudong, and said with some disdain, "I'll call you teacher for now, but if you want to teach us, you'd better show some skills. Otherwise, if you don't have any skills, what will you use to teach us? Isn't that misleading us?"

"Exactly! I'm not trying to be mean, but look at all those masters of traditional Chinese medicine, aren't they all quite old? You're probably not even older than me, do you even understand traditional Chinese medicine?"

"We all worked hard to get into medical school, we can't waste our time here!"

"Exactly! Let's see what you're made of! If you don't have the ability, I suggest you get lost!"

Hearing the students' discussion, He Yudong couldn't help but laugh and waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Although for me, medicine is for healing and saving lives, not for performance, I doubt you'll be convinced if I don't show off a bit. So, I can give each of you a traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis right here and now. If I diagnose even one person wrong, I'll be fired."

Although He Yudong didn't speak very loudly, his tone was very confident and firm.

Upon hearing this, the students in the classroom were somewhat surprised—this kid is too arrogant! They were all thinking, even if you diagnose correctly, I'll still say you're wrong, and see if you'll still leave.

The girls were all smitten by He Yudong's confident demeanor, handsome appearance, and outstanding charisma.

"Teacher, you said it yourself, we didn't force you," a male student sneered.

He was very unhappy to see that even the girl he had a crush on was looking at He Yudong strangely, and he was determined to get rid of He Yudong.

"I said it," He Yudong said.

"Alright, let's start with me." The male student said provocatively, and immediately reached out to take He Yudong's pulse.

He Yudong waved his hand: "You don't need to take my pulse."

"No need to take your pulse?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. A skilled doctor can diagnose with just observation." He Yudong smiled faintly, looking at the boy's acne-covered face, and said, "Have you been constipated lately? Is your urine highly concentrated? Do you often feel weak and fatigued? Do you like to drink alcohol, but you can't hold your liquor?"

"How did you know?!" the boy blurted out in surprise.

However, as soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it—he originally wanted to deny it and get rid of He Yudong for making a wrong diagnosis.

"I can tell from your face. The acne is because toxins are accumulating in your body. Your liver is unhealthy, showing signs of cirrhosis, and your fondness for alcohol further strains your already weakened liver. If left untreated, your liver disease will develop into liver cancer within a year."

The students at the scene immediately erupted in excitement!

The boy's face immediately turned ashen. He had gone to the affiliated hospital for a check-up last week, and the results were exactly as He Yudong had described. However, the hospital did not say that his liver disease would turn into liver cancer; they only advised him to drink less alcohol.

"Teacher He... is what you said true?" The student now acknowledged that He Yudong was qualified to be his teacher. A single glance from him was more accurate than a hospital examination. If someone like this wasn't qualified to be his teacher, then who was?

When he went to the hospital for his checkup, he was alone, so it was impossible for anyone else to know his health condition. Therefore, He Yudong couldn't have cheated. That leaves only one possibility—this was a genuine diagnosis made by He Yudong.

"Whether it's true or not, you should know very well in your heart," He Yudong said.

"Teacher, how should I treat this illness?" the boy asked hurriedly.

"First of all, quit drinking. Can you do that?" He Yudong asked.

"Yes! I can definitely quit drinking!" the boy said quickly. Upon hearing that his illness could develop into liver cancer, which could be fatal, he was determined to quit drinking.

"Very good, I'll write you another prescription. Follow the prescription to get the medicine, one dose a day, and you'll be fully cured in a month." He Yudong smiled confidently, then picked up the paper and pen on the table, wrote a prescription, and handed it to the student.

The boy was overjoyed to receive the prescription, repeatedly expressing his gratitude: "Thank you, teacher! Thank you, teacher!"

The atmosphere at the scene had changed. However, some students were still unconvinced and immediately stood up to ask He Yudong to help them diagnose the problem.

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"How did you know?!" the boy blurted out in surprise.

However, as soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it—he originally wanted to deny it and get rid of He Yudong for making a wrong diagnosis.

"I can tell from your face. The acne is because toxins are accumulating in your body. Your liver is unhealthy, showing signs of cirrhosis, and your fondness for alcohol further strains your already weakened liver. If left untreated, your liver disease will develop into liver cancer within a year."

The students at the scene immediately erupted in excitement!

The boy's face immediately turned ashen. He had gone to the affiliated hospital for a check-up last week, and the results were exactly as He Yudong had described. However, the hospital did not say that his liver disease would turn into liver cancer; they only advised him to drink less alcohol.

"Teacher He... is what you said true?" The student now acknowledged that He Yudong was qualified to be his teacher. A single glance from him was more accurate than a hospital examination. If someone like this wasn't qualified to be his teacher, then who was?

When he went to the hospital for his checkup, he was alone, so it was impossible for anyone else to know his health condition. Therefore, He Yudong couldn't have cheated. That leaves only one possibility—this was a genuine diagnosis made by He Yudong.

"Whether it's true or not, you should know very well in your heart," He Yudong said.

"Teacher, how should I treat this illness?" the boy asked hurriedly.

"First of all, quit drinking. Can you do that?" He Yudong asked.

"Yes! I can definitely quit drinking!" the boy said quickly. Upon hearing that his illness could develop into liver cancer, which could be fatal, he was determined to quit drinking.

"Very good, I'll write you another prescription. Follow the prescription to get the medicine, one dose a day, and you'll be fully cured in a month." He Yudong smiled confidently, then picked up the paper and pen on the table, wrote a prescription, and handed it to the student.

The boy was overjoyed to receive the prescription, repeatedly expressing his gratitude: "Thank you, teacher! Thank you, teacher!"

The atmosphere at the scene had changed. However, some students were still unconvinced and immediately stood up to ask He Yudong to help them diagnose the problem.

"How did you know?!" the boy blurted out in surprise.

However, as soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it—he originally wanted to deny it and get rid of He Yudong for making a wrong diagnosis.

"I can tell from your face. The acne is because toxins are accumulating in your body. Your liver is unhealthy, showing signs of cirrhosis, and your fondness for alcohol further strains your already weakened liver. If left untreated, your liver disease will develop into liver cancer within a year."

The students at the scene immediately erupted in excitement!

The boy's face immediately turned ashen. He had gone to the affiliated hospital for a check-up last week, and the results were exactly as He Yudong had described. However, the hospital did not say that his liver disease would turn into liver cancer; they only advised him to drink less alcohol.

"Teacher He... is what you said true?" The student now acknowledged that He Yudong was qualified to be his teacher. A single glance from him was more accurate than a hospital examination. If someone like this wasn't qualified to be his teacher, then who was?

When he went to the hospital for his checkup, he was alone, so it was impossible for anyone else to know his health condition. Therefore, He Yudong couldn't have cheated. That leaves only one possibility—this was a genuine diagnosis made by He Yudong.

"Whether it's true or not, you should know very well in your heart," He Yudong said.

"Teacher, how should I treat this illness?" the boy asked hurriedly.

"First of all, quit drinking. Can you do that?" He Yudong asked.

"Yes! I can definitely quit drinking!" the boy said quickly. Upon hearing that his illness could develop into liver cancer, which could be fatal, he was determined to quit drinking.

"Very good, I'll write you another prescription. Follow the prescription to get the medicine, one dose a day, and you'll be fully cured in a month." He Yudong smiled confidently, then picked up the paper and pen on the table, wrote a prescription, and handed it to the student.

The boy was overjoyed to receive the prescription, repeatedly expressing his gratitude: "Thank you, teacher! Thank you, teacher!"

The atmosphere at the scene had changed. However, some students were still unconvinced and immediately stood up to ask He Yudong to help them diagnose the problem.