Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  Zhou Yi suddenly hugged his own hand and shouted loudly. Between the fingers of his wrapped hands, there seemed to be blood dripping down.

  Yang Zongbao held a chopstick in one hand, with bloodstains on the tip and a broken mark in the middle.

  "You're crazy!" Zhou Yi could only howl and couldn't find any other words to say.

  "You..." Feng Yuxiang hastily ran over and for the first time felt at a loss as to what to do in the face of the situation before him.

  "Ah..."

  Just now in class, Zhou Yi was being affectionate with me and my girl started screaming until she couldn't make a sound. At this time, seeing Feng Yuxiang supporting her, she immediately let out a sharp cry.

  "Shut up, woman! Lao Zi is not dead yet." Zhou Yi still had the energy to find someone else to vent to at this time, looks like he wasn't hurt that badly after all.

  Yang Zongbao calmly stood up, put the chopsticks into his own pocket, tidied up the food on himself, and was about to leave with ease.

  What just happened was in an instant, Yang Zongbao was certain that this was a very secluded corner, because it was under the stairs, so not many people were willing to sit here. There shouldn't be many people who saw it, now all he had to do was get rid of this chopstick.

  Currently, the only ones who can testify for themselves are Feng Yuxiang and that woman, but their testimonies won't be very helpful. This is a case of intentional injury, so it's best to avoid getting involved if possible. The perpetrator hid the chopsticks used in the crime because the commotion attracted a crowd, causing chaos at the scene, and not many people saw what happened.

  "Think you can leave? It's not that easy. Who can keep him here? I'll pay."

  This week, Yi is really in a difficult situation. Most of the students who were admitted to this university are proud people, and it's no wonder that if he didn't mention money, someone might have helped him. As soon as he mentioned money, he fell into a lower position.

  As soon as Zhou Yi's words came out, Feng Yuxiang knew it was going to be bad. But unfortunately, the words had already come out and immediately triggered a burst of criticism from the onlookers around them.

  "You think having money is everything?"

  "That's right."

  Having money doesn't mean you can treat people like this.

  Such criticisms have been rising and falling one after another.

  Yang Zongbao turned around and left upon seeing this.

  "Halt."

  Feng Yuxiang blocked in front.

  "You can't leave, wait for the teacher to come."

  At this time, I thought of the teacher, and indeed it's a helper who doesn't help reason. However, no matter what kind of helper, as long as they're not our helpers, they should all be kicked away.

  Yang Zongbao kicked Feng Yuxiang's abdomen without making a sound.

  This kick was both swift and vicious, clearly the result of much practice. Feng Yuxiang clutched his belly and doubled over, falling to the ground. Yang Zongbao rode right over him, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.

  The crowd parted automatically, giving Yang Zongbao a clear path.

  Yang Zongbao rushed back to the dormitory as soon as he left the cafeteria, locked the door, walked to his balcony, lit a fire and burned the chopsticks into ashes. Then he scattered all the ashes downstairs.

  Lit a cigarette made by Bao Guo, looked at the corpse of that chopstick, not even a shadow was left, took a hard drag, let the numb and spicy flavor flow through the nostrils, flow through the throat.

  I did practice Taekwondo, but I only know one move, which is to kick people. Yang Zongbao thinks that this society can't be won just by fighting, it also needs brains.

  Yang Zongbao didn't know why he was so impulsive, after all, it wasn't like him to act this way on the first day of school. It must have been because the other person had gone too far. Besides, he still had some restraint, and although he had drawn blood, he had avoided hitting any joints, only making a hole in the web between Zhou Yi's fingers. It wouldn't affect his future as a doctor, but it would leave him with a scar. The palmar surface wasn't damaged at all, nor would it affect his finger's sensitivity to human bodies in the future. He had done what was necessary.

  Men originally have some small friction, don't know how the other party will solve this matter. If you find a family member to solve it, it's better, proving that the man is quite useless, if he solves it himself, it's more troublesome. In these times, those who are incapable rely on their families, everyone is over 20 years old, and those without social resources are not worthy of fear.

  Ding...

  The phone rang and he reluctantly picked it up.

  "Yang Zongbao, report to the Anesthesiology Department office immediately."

  It was the counselor's voice on the phone.

  For some reason, hearing the counselor's voice made Yang Zongbao feel relieved.

  "Teacher? What's up?" It's better to pretend you don't know anything at this time.

  "What's going on? You did a good job yourself, was it you who hurt Zhou Yi's hand?"

  "Who is Zhou Yi, I don't even know, how can you ask if it was me who did it?" Yang Zongbao refused to acknowledge it until his death.

  "I won't argue with you either, come quickly."

  Yang Zongbao put down the phone with a sullen expression, this matter was just a minor one, nothing big, really making a fuss over nothing. But it came so quickly, he had just destroyed the evidence and the phone call arrived.

  In the living room, the sportsman is still exercising. I really don't know how much he loves sports.

  When I was going down in the elevator, I bumped into the big-breasted woman I met on the first day again.

  "Very ruthless."

  The woman's tone was also unclear whether it was approval or not.

  "What are you talking about?"

  Yang Zongbao was surprised that this woman spoke to him.

  "The cafeteria is really wonderful, I've seen it all."

  The woman didn't know if she was being deceived by Yang Zongbao, so she deliberately said this to him and then walked away in her eight-centimeter high heels. The shadows of her snow-white legs on the ground were straight.

  However, Yang Zongbao disliked the woman's attitude very much. She thought she was intentionally provoking men's interest and being a queen-like woman who controlled everything in her own hands wasn't his type.

  Yang Zongbao still likes gentle and dedicated traditional women, just like his own mother.

  Due to this little episode, Yang Zongbao arrived at the anesthesiology office a bit late. The room was already packed with people.

  "Are you here?" The counselor's sharp eyes caught sight of Yang Zongbao at the door.

  "Uh-huh."

  Walking calmly into the office, standing quietly on one side, waiting for the storm to arrive.

  However, Yang Zongbao roughly estimated with the corner of his eye. Because he was facing away from the door, the person sitting in front of him was naturally Zhou Yi, the victim of this matter. His right hand was bandaged and hung around his neck.

  Is it necessary to be so exaggerated? In order to highlight his own evil intentions, he deliberately wrapped the package in his hand like a rice dumpling. Next to him was a middle-aged man with a pointed chin, not many wrinkles on his face, but prominent cheekbones, and his eyes scanned around, making people feel like they were being watched, giving off an air of long-term indulgence in power and money, it's unknown if he's Zhou Yi's father, the two men didn't look much alike.

  In college, Yang Zongbao stole teaching materials to make money and set up a stall in the park with his classmates to test paternity relationships for others. Because during class, he was excited to learn about the subtleties of human blood types and could roughly determine whether two people were related by blood. Human blood type is just ABO, easy to distinguish, it's a matter of minutes, and you can know on the spot.

  At first, they set up at the park entrance, but many people watched and few paid to verify their relationships. Later, they changed strategy and set up behind a bush. Gradually, more and more people came. Humans always have an insatiable desire for knowledge about the unknown. So Yang Zongbao's business was booming. Some people laughed, some cried, and others wanted to fight. But this didn't stop Yang Zongbao from earning several months' worth of living expenses.

  Originally wanted to continue, but was reported. Had to retreat and keep a low profile. After returning to school, there was no punishment, and the matter was dropped. It can be seen that in this regard, the campus environment of Zhenjiang Medical College is so relaxed. Its teaching philosophy has long been ahead of other first-rate schools.

  Even in a humble abode, there is a chance for a phoenix to rise.

  There were also a few men in standard short-sleeved shirts, none of whom Yang Zongbao recognized. However, they all centered around the man beside Zhou Yi and formed a semicircle.

  "Yang Zongbao, on your first day of school you've already caused such a commotion. Tell me about the situation at that time." The counselor's face was red with excitement, even more agitated than Zhou Yi, the person involved in the incident.

  "Teacher, I don't know what you're saying?"

  Yang Zongbao came out and refused to admit his mistake even in death.

  "I don't know what to say? How did Zhou Yi get hurt on his hand?"

  The counselor jumped up and bit his teeth, affirming that Zhou Yi was a victim.

  "I don't know, I admit that I had a quarrel with Zhou Yi. But as for Zhou Yi getting hurt, I really don't know."

  "I saw with my own eyes that you used chopsticks to hurt Zhou Yi's hand."

  Just now in the back didn't notice, Feng Yuxiang was originally blocked by others.

  "Do you know it's chopsticks? With chopsticks, one can disable an arm, try it out for me."

  Yang Zongbao's face was full of sarcasm.

  Zhou Yi hugged his exaggeratedly bandaged arm and was about to retort against Yang Zongbao.

  "Teacher Yang, is this the attitude of your students? They've done something wrong and still won't admit it?" The man was unhappy.

  "Sorry."

  Yang Zongbao immediately apologized sincerely and quickly.

  He apologized, but the man found it hard to continue. If he pursued the matter further, he would appear petty and no better than a child; if he didn't, he would be left with a lingering sense of resentment, which was a rare occurrence for him in recent years.

  "If apologies were useful, what's the point of having police?"

  It's amazing that Zhou Yi can still come up with such an old joke, and they're all graduate students in the new era.

  As expected, Zhou Yi opened his mouth and was met with a furious glare from the man. He immediately wilted.

  "Teacher Yang, I hope your school can give us an explanation." The man bypassed Yang Zongbao and directly pressured the counselor.

  "Alright, our school will definitely thoroughly investigate this incident." The counselor puffed out his not-so-large chest, showing determination.

  "Go." The man dragged Zhou Yi's wrapped hand and pulled him outwards.

  "Is that it?" Zhou Yi didn't understand the situation.

  "Go."

  The man said expressionlessly, and immediately two people came up from behind and carried Zhou Yi away.

  Feng Yuxiang followed last, and before going out, he took a look at Yang Zongbao.

  "Get ready for your punishment."

  When there were only Yang Zongbao and the counselor left in the office, Counselor Yang was furious.

  "Punishment? Reflection? I'll go back and write it now, and hand it over to you tomorrow."

  "You, you're too much." The counselor seemed to have never seen such a naughty student.

  "Teacher Yang, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

  "Stop right there! You've hurt someone and yet you're so nonchalant. Are you a beast or a monster?"

  "Humans are originally animals. Teacher Yang, you're speaking as if you're not human yourself."

  Yang Zongbao turned and left without looking back. Leaving the counselor alone in the office with intense panting.

  This is outrageous! What kind of person is this? No one has ever been so presumptuous before, and he must be severely punished. But he was introduced by Director Mao, I don't know what the background is. This matter is difficult to handle.

  Yang Zongbao didn't care about the counselor's repeated attempts to persuade him. He took a detour to the cafeteria, bought a pancake, and munched on it as he walked back to his dormitory.

  As soon as the door opened, the other three people all arrived, one of whom was still puffed up and staring at Yang Zongbao.

  What's going on again? Today, the impression of this famous school is that it's a kindergarten for weak-minded and arrogant fools. Now, as soon as I enter the door, it's another trap?

  Yang Zongbao didn't even respond and was about to open the door and enter the room.

  "Wait, is this what you moved out with?"

  The man with a doll-like face, who was originally sitting on the sofa and was less than 170 cm tall, stood up with his hands on his hips and asked.