Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Deputy Commander Zhao patted Zhou Yanshen on the shoulder, then leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "By the way, my application to the organization has been approved. Starting tomorrow, Comrade Zhou Yanshen will join us in learning about fighter jets, using the latest ones you've already used."

Su Wanqing's eyes lit up, and she thought happily to herself—when the whole family goes on trips in the future, Zhou Yanshen's schedule for flying fighter jets can finally be put on the agenda. They can fly wherever they want to go without having to squeeze onto a train for three days and three nights.

Oh, it seems we need to apply for a flight route? She doesn't quite understand this stuff, she'll ask her later.

Zhou Yanshen frowned slightly, his tone steady: "I understand the organization's good intentions, but I have to take care of the children during the day, so I'm afraid I can't spare a large chunk of time. However, I can practice for a few hours after they fall asleep at night, which won't interfere with taking care of the children."

He specifically extended his leave to take care of the child.

Su Wanqing was quite satisfied. Zhou Yanshen was willing to sacrifice his time to take care of the child. He took this matter to heart, unlike some men who think that once their wives have given birth, the child belongs to their wives and they are free to do so.

Deputy Commander Zhao waved his hand: "You can go anytime. They work 24/7 over there. After all, Comrade Su even managed to get this over there. Everyone is rushing to meet the deadline. Not only are people learning in shifts, but they also need to thoroughly understand the technical data. You can go anytime, and someone will teach you anytime."

Zhou Yanshen stood at attention and saluted: "Yes, thank you, organization."

Su Wanqing admired Zhou Yanshen from the bottom of her heart for his high energy. He took care of three children during the day and went to learn how to fly fighter jets after the children fell asleep at night. Unlike her, she just liked to lie down and eat and drink.

Before leaving, Su Wanqing went to Professor Lin's bedside to say goodbye: "Professor, please rest and recover. If you have any problems, please let Director Wang contact me anytime. My home is right next door, just a few steps away."

Professor Lin remained silent for a while, then suddenly raised his hand to stop her: "Xiao Su, I didn't originally intend to bring this up, but you performed so well today, I don't want a talent like you to be buried."

I would like to apply to the university to appoint you as an honorary professor of medicine. I know you are busy, so you don't need to be in the office or prepare lessons. The only requirement is that when you encounter complex surgeries, your students can observe and learn from you.

Everything else will be arranged for you according to your compensation. It would be even better if you could occasionally spare some time to teach a lesson.

Su Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and sighed silently in her heart—why did she get another job?

She transmigrated here to relax and enjoy life, not to be a slave.

"Teacher... I feel I already have too many titles, and it's not appropriate for me to have any more... However, I can readily agree to have students attend my classes, as many as you want. After all, I'm not a real professor, and giving me this title directly wouldn't be very convincing..."

Professor Lin waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for refusal: "How can that be? I'd like to see who can disagree with your medical skills. Besides, since you've taken this job, you need to have a proper title and status. Without an official identity, people will gossip. And having a medical university as a backer will make many things much easier for you in the future."

Su Wanqing had a sudden inspiration. She thought that if she sold products like scar removal cream in the future, the packaging would be printed with "developed by a medical university," which would immediately make the product more convincing and of a higher quality.

She didn't refuse any longer: "Okay, thank you for your kind offer, teacher."

Professor Lin smiled with satisfaction: "I only hope that you can train more doctors who are useful to the people in the future."

The students behind him were green with envy; everyone knew how significant this honorary professorship was.

However, judging from Su Wanqing's performance today, she is fully capable of taking on the responsibility.

Only Liu Hongmei and a few others had complicated expressions—one minute they were old classmates, the next they were professors; the contrast was more thrilling than a roller coaster ride.

Huang Fang and the others looked at Liu Hongmei with obvious resentment. If it weren't for her outburst just now, they wouldn't have chosen the wrong side. The key point is that she used to be Su Wanqing's colleague.

But back then, Su Wanqing was just a hoodlum.

Despite the pressure, Liu Hongmei forced herself to speak: "Hey, Su Wanqing, you're doing so well now, why don't you ever go and visit your former roommate Chen Ling?"

Back then, she brought you meals, tutored you privately, and took care of you in every way. Now you're the dean, and what about her?

He was bedridden and couldn't get out of bed; he was on his deathbed, and you didn't even bother to visit him. Human nature has deteriorated; does someone like that deserve to be an honorary professor?

She deliberately raised her voice, wanting everyone present to hear.

The classmates around him felt quite sorry to hear about their classmate who was about to die.

"We've all been to see him. Sigh, he was such a good person back then, and now he's turned out like this. It's pitiful."

"That's right, Chen Ling got that disease, she can only wait to die..."

Professor Lin frowned. "Xiao Su, you haven't gone to see it yet?"

Su Wanqing rummaged through the original owner's memories in her mind before remembering the female classmate named Chen Ling—who was indeed an honest and upright person.

She said calmly, "Teacher, I went to the countryside last year, so I really don't know about these things."

Professor Lin sighed: "I know you're busy, but please take some time to go see her. There aren't many good treatments for her illness internationally, especially at such a young age..."

"There's no need to go see her." Before Su Wanqing could say anything more, Liu Hongmei interrupted:

"Teacher, look! She can't even be bothered to look at the person who's helping her. Does someone like that deserve that honorary professorship? I think she's heartless!"

Her voice was shrill and urgent, as if she had seized some kind of leverage, and she wished she could drag Su Wanqing down from the high platform.

Su Wanqing merely glanced at her indifferently, chuckled, and didn't rush to refute her.

Those classmates who had witnessed Su Wanqing's prowess wisely kept quiet, secretly believing that Su Wanqing wasn't the cold-blooded type.

Seeing that no one was being sarcastic anymore, Su Wanqing slowly said, "What I mean is, if any of you know Chen Ling's address, please have her come to the military hospital to arrange her hospitalization and surgery."

I'll try to come over when I have some free time these next few days. Although her illness is rare and indeed difficult to treat with current medical technology, I can treat it; it shouldn't be a big problem.

So when she said "there's no need to go see" – visiting a seriously ill person is not as practical as directly curing them.

"hiss--!"

"What did you say? You can cure it?"

Professor Lin was so excited he almost sat up in bed. "This is systemic sclerosis! It's a difficult disease to treat, not only in our country but also internationally! Although there are only tens of thousands of cases in our country, every single one of them is destined to die! If you can really cure it, then... are you serious or just saying that?"