Unveil Her Secret Identities
Chapter 182 Lu Qingyi: Currently a student_1

Chapter 182: 182 Lu Qingyi: Currently a student_1

"Yinyin, you misunderstood, Professor Lu is here to check on Grandpa’s condition."

Wei Song gently tugged at Xue Yin’s clothes and whispered.

He knew that Lu Qingyi was very capable, but he didn’t expect that she would also know medical skills.

"Ah, aren’t you a professor?"

Xue Yin looked at Lu Qingyi with some surprise. She had heard Wei Song talk about Lu Qingyi’s feats in teaching and her unique personality traits.

She knew that Lu Qingyi was extremely competent.

"I’m now a student."

Lu Qingyi lazily stuffed her hands into her pockets, speaking carelessly.

Xue Yin: "..."

What does she mean?

She seemed a bit confused upon hearing this.

"Professor Lu went back to school this year, joined the medical school, and is now in our department of Chinese medicine."

Wei Song began explaining to Xue Yin.

It wasn’t just Xue Yin who was shocked. When Wei Song saw Lu Qingyi in his office, he was also taken aback.

He had been wondering if they had the same name and surname, but he never expected it would actually be Lu Qingyi.

They hadn’t taken any classes since the end of their military training, so he really didn’t know how to proceed.

Everything he wanted to teach, Lu Qingyi already knew. Though he was a professor at the Medical College, he was a mathematics teacher.

He didn’t understand much about medicine, so he thought he wouldn’t be able to teach Lu Qingyi.

Would Lu Qingyi throw a piece of chalk at him if he didn’t teach well?

Xue Yin: "..."

She looked at Lu Qingyi with a complex expression. Can all great people do whatever their hearts desire?

"Let me take a look."

With her legs feeling slightly numb, Lu Qingyi gestured towards the old man lying in the hospital bed with her chin.

"Oh oh oh, have a look, please have a look..."

Xue Yin didn’t hold out much hope. Lu Qingyi, a professor, shouldn’t have an in-depth understanding of medicine, right?

When Lu Qingyi approached and saw the old man on the bed clearly, her pupils shrank sharply, full of disbelief.

"Master."

Lu Qingyi whispered in a low voice.

Her voice was so low that neither Wei Song nor Xue Yin could hear clearly.

The man lying in the bed was Xue Changguang, a painter, a very famous painter.

Internationally renowned, he hadn’t painted for many years, and Lu Qingyi was his only disciple.

He was a little eccentric, didn’t accept disciples, but made an exception when he met Lu Qingyi years ago.

He never painted, he only guided Lu Qingyi. Lu Qingyi had never seen Xue Changguang paint.

After not seeing him for more than a year, the old man had aged a lot, his hair had turned white.

Lu Qingyi sighed softly, checking Xue Changguang’s pulse gently with her hand.

"How is it?"

Hearing Lu Qingyi sigh, Wei Song thought that Lu Qingyi was also at a loss.

He seemed particularly anxious.

"Issues with the body are quite normal as one ages. I’ll give him an acupuncture treatment tomorrow, then prepare a medicinal bath for him, and he should be almost fine."

Lu Qingyi spoke to Wei Song and Xue Yin in an extraordinarily relaxed tone.

There was no need for surgery. Acupuncture and a medicinal bath could take care of it.

The health issue Xue Changguang had wasn’t serious. It’s quite normal for the elderly to have health problems.

"Are you sure you’re not joking?"

Xue Yin was a little incredulous.

No doctor could diagnose exactly what her grandpa was ill with, only that they were helpless.

She didn’t expect Lu Qingyi to speak so lightly about it.

"No, you can process his discharge now."

Lu Qingyi said indifferently, then was the first to leave the room.

She was determined to cure Xue Changguang.

"Asong..."

Xue Yin looked at Wei Song, unsure of what to do for a moment.

Should she believe or not believe?

"Principal Lu said, Professor Lu would have a solution."

Wei Song said, implying that they should trust Lu Qingyi.

"Yinyin..."

On the patient’s bed, Xue Changguang opened his eyes. His voice was incredibly weak.

As he aged, his body weakened.

"Grandpa, are you awake?"

Xue Yin quickly fetched a cup of water for Xuan Changguang, helped him sit up, and fed him water to drink.

"Make this call..."

Xue Changguang pulled an old piece of paper from his pocket, folded and wrinkled.

"What’s this?"

Xue Yin took the piece of paper from Xue Changguang’s hand and opened it. There was a string of numbers inside, one or two digits were already blurred.

You could tell that Xue Changguang had kept this piece of paper for a long time. It was old.

"Telephone number."

Xue Changguang gently closed his eyes, his voice especially weak.

"Grandpa, this..."

Xue Yin held the piece of paper, looking uncertainly at Xue Changguang.

Two numbers in the sequence had become blurred, and she couldn’t see clearly what the blurry numbers were.

Wei Song stepped forward, took a glance at the paper, and shook his head at Xue Yin.

The number on the paper was undoubtedly important. If they told the old man now that two numbers were blurred, he might lose his emotional anchor.

"Find her, and tell her I’m sorry for me."

Xue Changguang slowly looked at Xue Yin.

He slowly closed his eyes, his mind filled with her angry face.

"Her?"

Xue Yin looked down at Xue Changguang confusedly. She didn’t quite understand what Xue Changguang meant.

Her grandfather had always been simple and desired little. It seemed that he had never wronged anyone.

"I’ve bought back the painting and hung it in my room. Return it to her for me."

Xue Changguang didn’t answer Xue Yin’s question, he just spoke slowly.

His voice was very soft, as though he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.

For the past two years, he had been continuously saving up, been incessantly putting money together, and finally managed to buy back the painting.

"Grandpa, that painting cost you a hundred million to buy back."

Xue Yin gaped, looking incredulously at her grandfather.

She knew her grandfather used to be a painter, who loved painting, but he had put down his brush early on.

Half a year ago, her grandfather brought back a painting that cost a hundred million. He cherished it deeply, hung it in his room, looking at it every day, and wiping it thoroughly.

She didn’t understand art, only that the painting looked exceptionally good, extremely lifelike.

What she knew even more was that, in order to raise money, her grandfather had sold his past paintings and even sold a house.

It was just a painting, and Xue Yin truly didn’t understand why Xue Changguang would spend so much money to buy it back.

"If a hundred million could obtain forgiveness, then I feel it’s worth it."

A slight smile appeared on Xue Changguang’s lips as he slowly spoke.

He, Xue Changguang, had lived an upright and open life all his life, never doing anything to be sorry for. If a hundred million could buy forgiveness--

Then he felt it was very much worth it. The painting wasn’t his, but because he lacked money, he secretly sold the painting.

He had always been remorseful.

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