The Last Sentinel

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The elevator stopped for a moment, and a Mediterranean-looking doctor in a white coat stepped into it.

The doctor walked while making a phone call, "Professor, I understand, please don't scold me, I'll submit the paper right now!"

"Professor, I'm not avoiding you. I'm just so busy with work, one surgery after another. I really don't have time to write my thesis!"

"The hospital is short-staffed, and there's nothing I can do. None of my students are any good enough. I'm so disappointed in them! Now I understand your resentment towards me back then; it really is true that each generation is worse than the last..."

Inside the elevator, Ye Feng noticed that one of the doctor's folders had fallen to the floor.

Ye Feng picked up the folder and was about to return it to the doctor.

In the chat group, HarmonyOS First said affectionately: Ye Feng, open the file and let me see it! I think I just saw some content; this should be an SCI paper!

Ye Feng opened the folder, and sure enough, it contained a high-level medical academic paper.

At a glance, Ye Feng realized that he recognized all the words on the paper, but he couldn't recognize them when they were put together.

The chat group was buzzing with excitement as everyone looked at the paper.

Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: @Lord of Immortality @Eight-Winged Archangel of Holy Light @Dan Zun @Medical Saint, wake up! Get out here and write your thesis!

Lord of Immortality: Brother Hongmeng, is something the matter? I'm currently engaged in battle!

Holy Light Eight-Winged Archangel: What are you doing, Hongmeng Boss?!

Dan Zun: Hongmeng, is something wrong? Writing a thesis, this thesis? Wait, why does this scene look so familiar? This elevator, this outfit, is this my hometown?

Healer: Didn't they say the Sentinels were offline? Why is the Home Projector appearing in the chat group?!

HarmonyOS's First Deepest Feeling: Stop babbling! You guys in the health and medical field, get this paper done right now!

Dan Zun: A thesis, to be honest, I haven't written one in a long time.

Eight-winged Archangel: This is too basic. Wait, I'll write a low-level medical angel to write this!

The Sage of Medicine: No need, I've already taken care of it. The answer is in the chat group. Young friend Ye Feng, just write down my answer and you'll be able to instantly elevate this worthless paper to an unimaginable level!

Ye Feng: Hey everyone, it's not really appropriate to just touch other people's papers like that!

Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: Why do you care so much! Don't you trust the old man in the group? If you change it for him now, he'll be calling you his ancestor in less than ten minutes. At that point, you won't need to gamble to make money; you can just stand there and make money!

Wuji Demon Lord: Hongmeng is right. Although gambling can bring in money quickly, it is ultimately illegal in Great Xia. If you are an academic genius with powerful backers, what is money? Privilege is the real currency in this world!

Ye Feng took out a pen and quickly started marking up the medical paper according to the information in the chat group.

Time passed second by second, and the elevator arrived at its scheduled time after three minutes.

"Doctor!" Ye Feng called out to the Mediterranean-looking doctor, "You dropped something."

The doctor hung up the phone, quickly took the folder, and said, "Thank you, young man!"

Then, without looking back, the doctor walked outside, making a phone call as he went, "Mentor, don't rush me, I'm here! I'll send you the electronic version right away, I'm only a few steps away from the office..."

Ye Feng watched the doctor's retreating figure. "What should I do now?"

HarmonyOS's most affectionate message: "Find a water dispenser, take a sip of water, and that balding old man will be coming to find you soon!"

The Sage of Medicine: "That old man will definitely come out on his knees to greet you. What I did to his paper wasn't just simple polishing; it was a complete reshaping of logic. Looking at the medical system back home, it can be called a revolutionary medical technology innovation!"

Ye Feng said: Thank you very much for your help, Fellow Daoist Physician.

The Sage of Medicine: You're too kind. We're all in this together, helping each other out! By the way, can I cut in line? Before I transmigrated, I had a stupid younger brother who never learned anything good. He's just like the blond-haired Demon Lord before his transmigration. I'm worried he'll go astray. Could you go and give him a good beating to make him respect our parents and, incidentally, teach him a lesson so he doesn't go astray...

Fifteenth-level martial artist: I'm not dead yet! I'm next!

The Sage of Medicine: You scoundrel, utterly lacking in manners.

At this very moment, in the vice dean's office.

The vice dean, looking worried, scanned the paper and sent it over.

The Vice President of the Mediterranean Hospital was experiencing feelings that were difficult to describe in words.

The good news is that I am over sixty years old, but my mentor is still alive and in better health than I am.

The bad news is that my supervisor is extremely strict with me. At best, he'll yell at me; at worst, he'll take a taxi over and physically assault me.

The worse news is that my paper is complete nonsense and has no real substance.

The Mediterranean-haired dean knew his own limitations very well. His medical talent had reached its limit, and going any further was completely unrealistic. Even if he were to push himself to the point of losing all his hair, that would be the end of him.

But I am also the only senior disciple under my supervisor. My supervisor has high expectations of me, and I cannot let him down. I am already over sixty years old, retired and rehired to hold my grandchildren, but I still have to come back and force myself to write a paper.

"Sigh, I'm afraid the teacher is going to yell at me again later."

"Close the door tightly so that no one outside can hear, and draw the windows down too."

The vice dean skillfully set up the battlefield, sitting nervously in front of the phone, waiting for his old mentor's furious and thunderous outburst.

I waited a long time for today's phone call.

Normally, it wouldn't take more than three minutes before the teacher's phone call came in quick succession, followed by a barrage of criticism.

But today, three minutes, five minutes, six minutes, nine minutes...

Ring ring—

Finally, the phone rang.

The vice dean's face was ashen. Here it comes, the old mentor's call!

I wonder how harshly I'll be criticized this time.

You can choose not to answer, but you can't refuse either.

The vice president, steeling himself, slowly answered the phone.

As expected, an angry voice came from the other end of the phone, "You, surnamed Zhang! Have you grown too big for your britches?!"

The vice dean gave an awkward, apologetic smile. "Professor, what... what do you mean?"

The professor snapped, "Tell me the truth, did you write this paper?"

The vice dean said, "Yes, I wrote it."

The professor cursed, "What the hell are you talking about! You've been under my wing for forty years! I know exactly what color your underwear is! You're telling me you wrote this thesis? If you were capable of writing this, would I have been ridiculed for so many years as having no talent at all?"

The vice dean sensed something was amiss and hesitated, "No, supervisor, are you... are you scolding me or praising me? Is my paper of decent quality?"

The professor roared, "What do you mean by 'acceptable level'? This is practically pioneering a completely new medical theory! The emergence of this paper is no less significant than Columbus discovering the New World, Mendeleev's dream of comprehending the periodic table, or Mendel's pea gene theory. It's like one person single-handedly shattering the current theoretical system of medicine! This is an angle I've never even considered before! This isn't just about 'level'; you've crushed it to the ground and reconstructed a new framework of medical theory and concepts. I can even see a new medical edifice rising from the ground, a towering skyscraper, a magnificent new medical high ground comparable to Mount Everest..."

The vice dean murmured, "Professor, are you sure you're not mistaken? Is this the paper I wrote? To be honest, my paper was seriously padded with fluff."

The tutor said, "That's why I'm asking you, did you write this paper? Did you hire a ghostwriter? Your level is simply not up to par. This is the perspective and logic of a pioneering master; someone as useless as you couldn't possibly write something like this!"

The vice dean said, "But mentor, I really haven't hired a ghostwriter! At my level, there aren't many who would be willing to do that for me!"

The tutor said, "Open your paper and take a look! Think about it carefully!"

The vice dean opened the paper and found that there were some new writings on it. The writings, symbols, formulas and drawings were all clearly visible. He gently wiped them with his fingers and could even feel the ink drying.

The vice dean suddenly realized, "Professor, I... I remember now! I was on the phone in the elevator just now, and my paper fell to the ground. A deliveryman picked it up and gave it back to me! That deliveryman must have read my paper and made some corrections for me!"

The tutor was pleasantly surprised and asked, "You mean a young person revised it for you?"

The vice dean said, "It can only be him! I remember very clearly that, apart from me, the only other person who handled the thesis was him. But he looks to be only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and doesn't look like he is..."

The tutor said, "Are you fucking stupid? Check the security footage! Hurry up, check the elevator footage and share it with me!"

The vice dean hurriedly made a phone call, and the surveillance footage appeared on his computer. Soon after, the scene in the elevator was replayed in reverse.

There were only himself and the young deliveryman in the elevator.

I was busy making a phone call when the folder fell to the ground.

The young deliveryman picked it up, opened his thesis folder, and began to carefully review it, taking out a pen and making revisions.

In those three quiet minutes, he flipped through the pages and made revisions incredibly fast.

The elevator doors opened, his furrowed brows relaxed, and he handed in his thesis.

The moment the vice dean and the mentor witnessed this scene, the mentor jumped up, exclaiming, "Genius! Medical genius! Three minutes! In three minutes he proposed a hundred-story skyscraper! Quick! Book me tickets! I'm going to take him on as my apprentice!"

Upon hearing this, the vice dean hurriedly said, "Professor, yes, I'm sorry, the signal is not very good—"

The vice dean abruptly shut down his computer, his eyes gleaming. "I'm so sorry, mentor, I can't repeat your mistakes! I can't be laughed at in my seventies or eighties for not having a single respectable apprentice! This young man, I want him! I'm going to snatch him as my apprentice! A medical genius who will establish his own school of thought and leave his mark on medical history, I can't miss him! Even if it means defying my mentor!"

At this point, the vice president picked up the phone, "Security! Check if this person is still in the hospital?"

"Dean Zhang, he is still in the hospital, eating in the family canteen on the first floor."

The vice dean strode outside, "Okay! Keep an eye on him. I'm going to the cafeteria right away; he's very important!"

"Received, the security captain is in position."