Dashing Student

"Welcome to the medical school," said Li Ming, the president of the student council, with a beaming smile. He briskly stepped forward, enthusiastically extending his right hand, his eyes full of friendliness and anticipation.

However, Sato Kenichi stood like a cold statue, completely ignoring Li Ming's warmth.

His steps were steady, his gaze straight ahead, walking forward as if Li Ming and everything around him were as transparent as air.

Behind him, Yamamoto was like a loyal guard. His retro samurai bun was unaffected by the breeze, and his stern gaze was as sharp as a hawk, keenly scrutinizing every corner around him.

Kobayashi Yuki glided gracefully, her kimono flowing like a moving painting, the delicate patterns shimmering in the sunlight, each step echoing with elegance.

Yet, in her eyes, clear as autumn waters, there lay a cold detachment, as aloof as the moon in a chilly night.

This scene caused a wave of displeasure among the medical school students assigned to welcome them.

They frowned, their eyes filled with confusion and indignation.

It is said that one does not strike a smiling face, but the arrogance and rudeness of these Japanese exchange students are truly unbecoming, showing complete disregard for manners.

At the same time, Chen Nan, standing to the side, acutely sensed that these individuals might have come with different motives, not as simple as they seem on the surface.

Su Yue also felt a surge of nameless anger rising within. Originally welcoming the exchange students with enthusiasm, they instead faced cold treatment, clearly showing the Japanese people's arrogance, treating them as if they were unworthy of attention.

Li Ming's hand hung in mid-air, his smile instantly solidifying, a wave of embarrassment flooding his cheeks.

But being experienced, he quickly adjusted his emotions, took a deep breath, suppressed the dissatisfaction inside, and hurried to catch up with Sato Kenichi's pace.

"This is our main building, established in 1921. Having withstood nearly a century of trials, it carries the medical school's rich historical heritage and is undoubtedly the iconic structure of the academy," he explained.

Li Ming tried to keep his tone steady and gentle, attempting to break the awkward and icy atmosphere with this story-rich building.

Sato Kenichi just hummed lightly, his gaze scanning over every detail of the main building like a scanner, as if picking out flaws in this ancient architecture.

His fingers subconsciously stroked the edge of his pocket watch, which in his eyes, was a "symbol of glory" plundered by his grandfather during World War II, bearing a disgraceful history.

Kobayashi Yuki suddenly stopped, her posture gracefully revolving like a blooming cherry blossom in the wind.

She looked up at the bell tower at the top of the main building, which appeared particularly solemn against the blue sky.

"I heard that your bell tower rings on the hour?" Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a mountain stream flowing over rocks, but her words wrapped a subtle sneer: "What a pity, no matter how loud the bell tolls, it cannot conceal your backwardness in medicine."

Li Ming's face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm.

He bit his lip, rage burning within him like a fierce flame, but due to his reception duties and politeness, he had to forcefully swallow his pride.

Taking a deep breath, he squeezed out a slight smile and said, "The bell is a tradition of our medical school, constantly reminding us of the value of time and symbolizing the perpetual inheritance of medical knowledge."

Kobayashi Yuki's lips curled into a slight smile, her expression filled with disdain. She then became silent, but her disdain for the school grew even denser in her eyes.

"Teacher Su, maybe I should just go back to class," Chen Nan followed behind the crowd, lowering his voice to Su Yue.

His brows were furrowed, revealing a trace of impatience in his eyes.

Su Yue smiled wryly, helpless: "Hang in there a little longer!"

"I'm afraid I can't control my temper!" Chen Nan's face was filled with displeasure, and he was already unenthusiastic about receiving these Japanese exchange students. With their haughty attitude now, it fueled his rage even more.

"Think about the Heavenly Return Medical Records, then you'll be able to control your temper!" Su Yue said with a pursed mouth, smiling lightly.

Chen Nan took a deep breath, trying hard to calm his angry emotions down.

He knew that he was here at the medical academy for the Heavenly Return Medical Records, and now that he finally had the chance to showcase himself in front of the old dean, he must endure and strive no matter what!

The group moved to the Chinese Medicine Specimen Hall, quietly standing in a corner of the campus, exuding a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

The museum door slowly opened, and a faint scent of medicine, like a lively sprite, rushed towards them, instantly filling the air.

Inside the museum, various precious Chinese medicinal materials were carefully placed in transparent glass cabinets, each one seemingly whispering a long history.

The walls were adorned with replicas of ancient medical texts, their yellowed pages and elegant calligraphy acting like messengers of time, showcasing the great depth of Traditional Chinese Medicine culture.

Kobayashi Yuki stopped in front of a century-old wild ginseng, her delicate and pale fingers hovering in front of the glass cabinet, as if wanting to touch yet hesitant.

Her eyes twinkled with a complex light, filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

"Is this the Chinese medicinal material you pride yourselves on?" Her voice echoed in the museum, crisp yet thick with sarcasm: "I heard that Chinese people still use rhino horn powder to reduce fever?"

"In our Japan, we've already replaced these primitive treatments with advanced derivatives of traditional formulations," she stated.

Her voice was not loud, but in the quiet specimen hall, it clearly entered everyone's ears, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The medical students present immediately looked upset, some clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white, as if they were about to swing at any second.

Others frowned deeply, their eyes full of anger, as if they wanted to burn these disrespectful words.

But due to the reception setting and etiquette, they could only forcefully suppress the rage in their hearts, like beasts bound.

Chen Nan stood on the outskirts of the crowd, quietly watching all this unfold.

He was dressed in a Daoist robe, standing tall and firm, like a pine rooted in the ground.

His gaze was as calm as water, yet his inner fury was burning fiercely!

"Miss Kobayashi, Traditional Chinese Medicine is a treasure of our nation, enriched and inherited over thousands of years, and its efficacy has been verified by countless clinical tests," one medical student finally couldn't help but speak out, revealing discomfort in his eyes and his voice slightly trembling, as if trying hard to suppress the anger within.

Kobayashi Yuki slowly turned her head around, her gaze icy as frost, staring straight at the student with a hint of disdain on her face: "Time verification?"

"Then why is the average lifespan in your country not as long as ours in Japan?"

"Why is your medical standard ranked so low internationally?"