Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1188 - 931: My Own Life

Chapter 1188: Chapter 931: My Own Life

Why couldn’t the university have organized this kind of academic conference earlier, which allowed someone as divine as Professor Yang to appear only now?

Lu Xiaolu was glad he came to this academic conference. Initially, he was unwilling, but Guan Ruyan insisted on dragging him along.

This experience changed Lu Xiaolu’s outlook on life. A conversation with Professor Yang was more enlightening than ten years of study. Professor Yang’s passionate ideals and his persistent pursuit of science represented the life he wanted to lead. In contrast, he himself was adrift, unsure of what he was doing.

Moreover, many questions that Lu Xiaolu had never understood were finally answered today by Professor Yang.

Guan Ruyan was not pleased with his assistant’s eagerness to constantly engage in discussions with Professor Yang, but being a highly emotionally intelligent young talent, his success owed more to emotional intelligence than to intelligence.

Thus, Guan Ruyan discretely pulled Lu Xiaolu away, and then he himself cozied up to Yang Ping. Although he had once been defeated by Yang Ping, in a society where power rules, Guan Ruyan was willing to accept his loss and not, like some fools, overestimate himself and attempt the impossible. Now, Guan Ruyan instead sought to seize the opportunity to forge a friendship with Yang Ping.

Yang Ping also found this academic conference extremely valuable. He was networking everywhere, and wasn’t Lu Xiaolu talented?

Logically speaking, someone like him should have had a distinguished reputation at Nandu Medical University. How could he be so obscure, with no significant academic achievements to his name? If it weren’t for today’s networking-oriented conference, he would have remained unaware of Lu Xiaolu’s existence.

However, having just talked with him and discussed research topics, Lu Xiaolu’s insights were remarkable, showing that he truly had substance.

Feeling rebuffed by Guan Ruyan, Lu Xiaolu was quite disheartened. He still wanted to talk to Professor Yang. Had this been in ancient times, they would have surely talked all night, lamenting how late they had met.

In fact, Lu Xiaolu had led a troubled life these years. He wanted to repay a debt of gratitude but also felt guilty, so he was profoundly conflicted about helping Guan Ruyan. Over the years, he had never had a sense of self; he was like Guan Ruyan’s crutch, a tool, a stepping stone.

Academics are generally naive. Dozens of people freely mingling and discussing, sipping drinks, eating snacks and fruits. Although noisy and fast-paced, the atmosphere was overall very pleasant.

Xu Zhiliang was the exception. He sat alone, not speaking, and ate all the venue’s pastries, fruits, and snacks, then walked around the gaps in the crowds with hands behind his back. When someone greeted him, he would just smile and nod, never speaking, appearing extremely aloof.

There were also many people around Song Zimo. A fellow renowned member of the Nandu Medical University system, he was handsome, articulate, and single. Several female doctors chatted with him, their eyes practically oozing with pheromones.

If you just looked at Song Zimo’s area, it didn’t seem like an academic conference but rather like a matchmaking event.

Song Zimo, in a predicament, immediately waved to Tang Shun, who blatantly ignored him. Why was this guy so unhelpful at a critical moment? Song Zimo made eye signals, but Tang Shun pretended not to see them.

Don’t eat the grass next to your burrow, Tang Shun scoffed at this. He had principles; even a womanizer has a fervent patriotic heart.

The host of the conference was a young female doctor who had just graduated from Nandu Medical University’s Department of Science and Technology, named Qi Guangling. This Doctor had now forgotten her role and was also asking for Song Zimo’s WeChat.

The marital prospects for female doctors were not very promising. While it was possible to achieve both love and academic success, it was rare. Many female doctors were reluctant to settle for men with lower educational achievements than themselves, whereas men of equal academic qualifications had broader choices by then.

Male doctors from Nandu Medical University system were highly sought after, whether they were university professors or hospital doctors. Once their single status was revealed, they were blatantly poached.

Take someone like Xu Zhiliang, who could barely utter a word. How could he know about dating? Others introduced him to a girlfriend with a Master’s degree, a civil servant in the educational system, from a very well-off family. She did not mind his stuttering at all and treated him extremely well, leading Xu Zhiliang directly into marriage without a detour through romance.

Thus, female doctors seeking male doctors faced competitors from multiple levels and directions.

Song Zimo kept looking for help.

"Old Xu!—"

Old Xu was too busy to bother with you, now surrounded by all kinds of drinks adding up to at least five cups, and several pieces of pastry on his plate. He tasted them bit by bit, a picture of enjoyment. Was he planning to consume all the refreshments at the event?

"Professor!—"

The Professor wasn’t inclined to meddle in such matters; his mind was focused on academics, utterly undistracted.

These ruthless people, not one of them cared about him, Song Zimo was sitting on pins and needles.

"Where is the bathroom? Sorry, I need to use the restroom!" Song Zimo was gasping for air.

"I’ll take you there."

"This way!"

"There’s one over there too."

The female doctors were very enthusiastic. Dream on about escaping.

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An entire morning spent in meetings, but fortunately, Nandu Medical University truly had an abundance of talent. With hidden dragons and crouching tigers everywhere, that Lu Xiaolu really wasn’t bad. Yang Ping decided to get to know him better, now thinking about networking everywhere.