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A female student wearing glasses stood up. "Teacher, it's me. My name is Wang Min."

Lin Zhilan nodded. "Wang Min, is there a class roster?"

"Yes, there is." Wang Min flipped through her desk and handed over the class roster.

"Take a roll call."

Lin Zhilan glanced down and began calling out names.

Only Zhao Weidong was absent.

Lin Zhilan picked up a red pen and wrote two words next to Zhao Weidong's name: Absent from work.

The consequences of absenteeism and truancy for college students today are far more severe than in later generations.

Not only will attendance be posted on the wall and roll call taken during political study sessions, but eligibility for "Five-Good Student" and "Active Member" awards will also be revoked.

If this happens repeatedly and the offender refuses to change their ways, they will be labeled as "not serious about learning, lacking organization and discipline," required to make a public apology, and the incident will be recorded in their personnel file.

Don't underestimate this punishment.

Once the decision is made, the original work unit will be notified of the punishment, which will affect the reassignment and promotion after returning.

They will also be suspended from participating in certain activities and have their nomination eligibility revoked.

"Zhao Weidong didn't come to class," Lin Zhilan closed the roster, looked up, and said in a calm tone, "Please tell Zhao Weidong that with three absences, he can forget about getting a grade in this course."

The classroom was quiet; no one spoke.

When Zhao Weidong first came to school, everyone knew that his family was well-off and dared not offend him.

On the first day the formulary teacher arrived, he clashed with him, and the students didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

After school in the afternoon, Lin Zhilan packed her things and left.

Wang Min caught up with her, carrying her books. "Teacher Lin, I have something to tell you."

Lin Zhilan stopped in her tracks. "What's wrong? Is there something you don't understand in class?"

"No," Wang Min adjusted her glasses, "Teacher, Zhao Weidong's father is the director of the school's Revolutionary Committee."

The school has no principal or dean.

Real power was in the hands of the Revolutionary Committee, the Workers' Propaganda Team, and the Military Propaganda Team.

The director of the school's revolutionary committee is essentially the head of the school.

Wang Min reminded Lin Zhilan simply because she didn't want her to offend the school leaders.

Although Lin Zhilan looks young, she teaches very well and is not the kind of teacher who only talks a lot of nonsense.

Wang Min didn't want her to be affected by Liu Weidong's matter.

"The director of the school's Revolutionary Committee?" Lin Zhilan pondered for a moment. "No wonder he was so arrogant, thinking he could change his major whenever he wanted."

"I understand, thank you for reminding me." Lin Zhilan took out a piece of fruit candy from her pocket. "Here, don't tell anyone you told me about this."

Lin Zhilan is not afraid of being targeted, but these students may not be.

Wang Min took the candy and nodded repeatedly.

Lin Zhilan was worried about her children at home. Upon learning that there was another boat that night, she immediately packed her things at the guesthouse and went home.

When the ship arrived at the island's dock, it was still dark, and a thin layer of mist shrouded the sea.

The boatmen set up the gangplank, and Lin Zhilan, carrying her cloth bag, stepped onto it and went ashore.

It's too early now; there aren't many people at the dock. This ship is almost entirely carrying supplies.

Fortunately, the supply truck from the military canteen was also there, and Lin Zhilan hitched a ride, quickly arriving at the family compound.

Instead of going to her own house, she turned a corner and went directly to her mother-in-law's house.

It was still dark, and there was no sound from any of the households.

Lin Zhilan walked to the door, intending to wait a moment before knocking, when she caught a glimpse of movement in the opposite courtyard.

Chang San sat on a low stool, guarding a small red clay stove with a clay pot sitting on it, emitting the smell of medicine.

Lin Zhilan's nose twitched slightly.

You can smell the aroma of jujube seeds, polygala seeds, and cypress seeds, along with a hint of the sweet fragrance of albizia bark.

Before Lin Zhilan could speak, Chang San noticed her first.

"Dr. Lin, you're back." Chang San walked quickly to the courtyard gate, trying to smile but his facial muscles didn't cooperate, giving people a feeling of a forced smile.

He looked much older than Lin Zhilan, but he always addressed her with the polite "you" in a formal way. Every time Lin Zhilan heard him, she felt like she was bullying an honest person.

"Dr. Chang," Lin Zhilan nodded, took two steps over, and her gaze fell on the clay pot, "What medicine are you brewing?"

"Tranquilizing."

Lin Zhilan gave a knowing "Oh," and asked, "Is it for your lover?"

"Yes." Chang San answered briefly, wanting to say something more to exchange pleasantries, but he hadn't really learned that skill over the years.

"It's fine." Lin Zhilan wasn't familiar with him, so she didn't have much to say.

She turned to leave, but Chang San called out to her, "Dr. Lin, Aunt Xu and the others haven't woken up yet. Why don't you sit in the yard for a while?"

Chang San brought her a stool and placed it at the entrance of the courtyard.

Lin Zhilan had no choice but to sit down.

The two of them remained awkwardly silent.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time, and Lin Zhilan smiled and said, "You go first."

Chang San: "Manman told me that when she fell off the ladder, you and Aunt Xu helped her. Thank you."

"It's alright," Lin Zhilan said, "as long as you don't blame me for climbing over your wall."

Chang San felt embarrassed, knowing that she was still angry about what had happened before.

Lin Zhilan asked, "I don't know if I should ask, but has your partner always been like this?"

"Huh?" Chang San was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening and said, "Something happened at home, that's why she's like this today."

In traditional Chinese medicine, mental disorders fall under the category of mental illnesses and can be divided into "epilepsy" and "mania".

Lin Zhilan met Chang San's lover once.

He was very clean, didn't hit anyone or destroy anything, and didn't seem agitated or restless; it was probably epilepsy.

"You're a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, haven't you thought about curing her?"

Chang San looked at the fire on the stove and shook his head. "This illness depends 70% on recuperation and 30% on medicine. If the emotional knot isn't untied, medicine won't be able to cure it completely."

Heart disease also requires heart medicine.

Lin Zhilan had no intention of prying into other people's private affairs, so she stopped the conversation.

A woman's voice came from inside the room. Chang San immediately stood up and said to Lin Zhilan, "Dr. Lin, please wait here for a moment. I'm going to give my wife some medicine."

He moved swiftly, poured out the herbal medicine from the stove, and carried the bowl of medicine into the house.

Even through the wall, Lin Zhilan could hear his voice, which sounded like he was coaxing a child.

After a while, he came out of the house, carrying several notebooks in his hand.

"Dr. Lin, these are all passed down from my ancestors, but they are all handwritten copies. If you don't mind, please take them back and have a look."

Chang San was called a child prodigy when he was young because he had a photographic memory.

You can memorize the soup recipe after learning it once, and you can also remember it after reading the book several times.

The Shen family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and they have passed down countless books.

Everything was destroyed.

Chang San felt it was a pity, but fortunately he had read a lot of books over the years and remembered many of them.

However, he didn't dare to take it out, fearing it would cause trouble.

These books were also transcribed by him in the past few days, with only one purpose: to please Lin Zhilan.