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When Yang Yunlin went to visit Yang Yuanshan in the old mansion today, he was scolded by Yang Yuanshan.

Yang Yunlin, who was holding his breath in his heart, explained a few words and returned a few words, which completely annoyed Yang Yuanshan.

Yang Yuanshan lost his temper and scolded Yang Yunlin with a bloody squirt.

Yang Yunlin was also on fire, didn't give his old father face, slammed the door and left.

Hearing Yang Qingyin talk about such an important matter, Luo Ziling immediately stopped talking and asked Yang Qingyin to go to the shore of Weiming Lake for a walk.

Yang Qingyin did not refuse, and readily agreed.

Twenty minutes later, Luo Ziling met Yang Qingyin on the shore of Weiming Lake.

Both of them wore hats and glasses, and people who were not familiar with them were basically unrecognizable.

After meeting, Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling talked about the situation again, and then asked Luo Ziling: "You say, why did my father quarrel with my grandfather?"

"Perhaps, this is not a good sign," Luo Ziling thought of the speculation he thought of a few days ago, and was a little worried in his heart.

Yang Qingyin was silent for a while, and then asked Luo Ziling in a low voice: "Do you think that because my grandfather and my father have differences on many things, the contradictions between them will become bigger and bigger, and eventually cause them to turn against each other?"

"Don't you think things are really going in this direction?" Luo Ziling didn't deny it, and said his guess, "I don't think your father wants your grandfather to recover." ”

Hearing Luo Ziling say this, Yang Qingyin shook violently, and then fell into deep thought.

In the end, he did not deny Luo Ziling's statement, nodded lightly and said, "I really can't rule out this possibility." ”

"Therefore, your father does not want us to help your grandfather continue his treatment. Luo Ziling smiled bitterly, "But I hope our guess is wrong." ”

"If your guess is wrong, what could it be?"

"Perhaps, they are acting together. ”

"What's the play?"

"I don't know," Luo Ziling spread his hands helplessly, "If I guess, I'm also an old fox." ”

"Although it is possible, I still don't believe that my dad wants my grandfather to die prematurely. ”

"If your grandfather is not here, everything in the Yang family is your father's decision. Luo Ziling reminded.

"Now, everything in the Yang family is basically in charge of him," Yang Qingyin argued: "After I found out that I was sick, my grandfather basically didn't care about the affairs of the family, and my father was in charge." He has shirked a lot of state affairs, and what he hopes most now is to take care of his body. ”

"Let's find out more about what is going on between them, so as not to be caught off guard. Luo Ziling reminded Yang Qingyin: "I think, you must have a way to find out some situations." ”

Yang Qingyin glanced at Luo Ziling strangely a few times, and finally nodded.

The two didn't communicate anything more, and walked slowly along the unnamed lake.

When he walked to the place where they first met, Luo Ziling said with a smile: "That night, I just jumped over here and scared you. ”

Speaking of the first time the two met, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but feel tender.

After she glanced at Luo Ziling in a daze, she said coquettishly: "How did you jump over such a tall bush?"

"Then I'll jump to show you," Luo Ziling said, went around to the other side, and ran a little, and jumped over with a Ling family flip.

In Yang Qingyin's low voice, he hugged her, and then laughed: "It was like that day, I didn't expect to hug a stunning beauty." ”

Seeing that Luo Ziling ignored the sideways glances of his classmates on the side and hugged him in his arms, Yang Qingyin was ashamed and hurriedly struggled.

But Luo Ziling didn't let her struggle away, but put his arm around her shoulders and continued to walk forward.

Seeing that no one recognized them, Yang Qingyin also let Luo Ziling hug them.

After walking around the shore of Weiming Lake twice, the two saw that the time was almost at the point of class, and then they separated.

In the afternoon, Luo Ziling received a call from Wu Mingyun, the dean of the School of Medicine, asking him to go to the president's office together.

After thinking about it, Luo Ziling did not refuse, asked the inorganic chemistry teacher in class for leave, and went to the principal's office.

When he came to the principal's office, Wu Mingyun was already there.

Seeing that the two principals looked very happy, Luo Ziling roughly guessed what the situation was.

"Yesterday, the General LI convened the Ministry of Education, the Health and Family Planning Commission, and the Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine to discuss the design of a new major at Yanda University and the establishment of a national laboratory of traditional Chinese medicine," without waiting for Luo Ziling to inquire anything, Li Jinghui directly explained the situation, "The general LI is to support us to establish a national laboratory." If a national laboratory is to be established, then related professional disciplines will definitely be established. ”

Wu Mingyun took over the topic, "Although the leaders of other ministries and commissions have expressed their opinions, no one has raised clear objections. In other words, as long as there are no accidents, these two major events can be accomplished. ”

"But other schools, such as Huaxia University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and other schools of traditional Chinese medicine, are definitely against it, because we have stolen their limelight and even jobs," Li Jinghui laughed: "But who told us to recruit so many talents." ”

Li Jinghui said, pushing a thing in front of Luo Ziling, "This is our school's admission letter for the next semester, how about you look at the design?"

Luo Ziling took the admission notice and saw his photo printed on the cover.

Not only him, but also several others.

Two women, one is Luo Yuqing, and the other is Yang Qingyin.

"Principal Li, why did you imprint the appearance of the three of us?" Luo Ziling couldn't laugh or cry.

"You are a legend of Yan University, and you look good, take you as the publicity brand of our school, okay?" Li Jinghui said with a smile: "I will ask the two of them for their opinions, if you both accept, then the admission letter for the next semester will be like this." ”

He didn't give Luo Ziling a chance to continue to express his opinions, and immediately changed the topic: "If you take on the affairs of the head of the national laboratory in the future, and you have a major creation and invention, then your reputation will be even louder, and you will be talked about by Lord Yan for generations." Luo Ziling, this is your glory and responsibility, you have to work hard. ”

"Implement these two major tasks first," Wu Mingyun reminded Li Jinghui a few words: "Principal Li, I think that as long as these two tasks are completed, then in the future, Ziling and his companions will definitely do things better and create more miracles." ”

"Luo Ziling, the next person who stands on the Nobel podium, we hope it will be you. Li Jinhui stood up, walked to Luo Ziling's side, and patted him on the shoulder, "I hope you are the youngest Nobel laureate in the world, in that case, you will definitely become a legend." ”

Luo Ziling replied with a little cry and laughter: "Okay, I can only say that thanks to the trust of the two principals, I will definitely work hard." ”

Although this was a bit insincere, Luo Ziling admitted that Li Jinghui's words just now did make him look forward to it.

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