Chapter 329: The whole school's senior staff came to listen to his lecture

Lin Yuan walked into the classroom.

The students in the classroom stared at him, completely bewildered.

Lin Yuan was about to start class.

Then, the sound of high heels striking the floor suddenly rang out.

A stunning figure in a moon-white dress walked into the classroom.

Her waist-length hair was loosely pinned up with a pearl hairpin, a few wisps of hair fluttering in the breeze; when her brows and eyes curved like crescent moons, it seemed to reflect the tenderness of an entire spring day.

The figure walked straight to the podium, and upon seeing Lin Yuan, she visibly froze for a moment.

This stunning figure was none other than the renowned beautiful medical lecturer of the School of Medicine, Shen Zhixia.

Shen Zhixia spoke first, asking, "Mr. Lin, what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing that, Lin Yuan calmly replied, "I'm here to teach."

After hearing him, Shen Zhixia blinked, then reminded him, "Professor Lin, you've walked into the wrong classroom."

She paused, then added, "This is Room 301, my classroom; yours is next door… Room 302."

"Huh??" Lin Yuan also felt dazed, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he hurriedly turned and left Room 301.

Seeing this, the students in the classroom immediately burst into loud laughter.

Lin Yuan hurriedly walked to the neighboring Room 302.

He pushed the door open and saw that Room 302 was completely empty.

Sure enough, no one was there for his class.

He was too obscure, just a part-time teaching assistant—who would listen to his lecture?

With no audience, Lin Yuan stood alone at the podium, clutching the edge of his lesson plan, unsure how to begin.

Lin Yuan lowered his gaze to the empty seats, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.

Just then, the back door creaked open, and a familiar figure walked in.

It was Dean Luo, wearing a mask and a wide-brimmed hat pressed down on his head, clearly trying not to be recognized.

Dean Luo strode straight toward the podium, his gaze landing on Lin Yuan; it was clear he had come specifically to attend the lecture and learn some traditional Chinese medicine.

Seeing the visitor's shape and familiar eyes, Lin Yuan froze for a moment, his throat bobbing as he softly said, "Dean Luo, why are you here?"

Dean Luo sat down in the first row not far from the podium, adjusted the edge of his mask, and spoke gently, "It's your first day teaching; I came to sit in and learn."

He paused, then added, his eyes full of encouragement, "Just treat me as your student; lecture normally, and consider it a chance to hone your skills."

Lin Yuan remained where he stood, his fingers still slightly tense.

Seeing Dean Luo's earnest expression, he took a deep breath, reached for the chalk, and finally felt a bit of confidence to start the class.

Dean Luo, seeing his movement, nodded approvingly, pulled out a notebook and pen from his bag, and prepared to listen.

Lin Yuan gripped the chalk and began writing traditional Chinese medicine points on the blackboard.

Lin Yuan's hand holding the chalk no longer trembled; he turned and wrote on the blackboard, "Basic TCM: Introduction to Observation," the chalk scratching the board sounding especially clear in the empty classroom.

He turned around, his gaze first landing on Dean Luo, and though his voice was soft, it carried seriousness: "In observation, first look at the overall spirit, then examine the complexion and tongue coating; today we'll start with complexion."

Dean Luo immediately picked up his pen, wrote the heading "Observation—Complexion" in his notebook, then looked up and gave Lin Yuan a warm smile, his eyes full of encouragement.

Lin Yuan continued, "A healthy complexion is usually rosy and lustrous, while a sallow yellow often relates to spleen-stomach deficiency, and pallor may indicate insufficient qi and blood..."

As he spoke, he reached out and sketched simple diagrams of the two complexions on the blackboard, worried Dean Luo might not see clearly.

Just then, the back door emitted another faint creak, interrupting Lin Yuan's words.

Lin Yuan instinctively turned his head…

He saw a figure standing at the doorway, wearing a mask and a dark hat pulled low, almost identical to Dean Luo's attire.

Lin Yuan blinked, studied the person's build and eyes, and realized it was Vice Dean Ge Xu.

Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat: "How come the vice dean is here too?"

Dean Luo also heard the movement, turned his head to glance at the doorway, and lifted his chin toward Vice Dean Ge Xu, signaling him to find a seat.

Vice Dean Ge Xu said nothing, stepped lightly, slowly walked to the empty seat beside Dean Luo, sat down, and took out a leather notebook from his bag.

Vice Dean Ge Xu had also come to attend the lecture.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and continued with the previous topic:

"Just like a patient I once saw, whose complexion was sallow and who constantly complained of having no energy; later diagnosed with spleen-stomach weakness, after regulation his complexion gradually improved."

Dean Luo, hearing the case, lifted his eyes and asked, "Besides the complexion, were there any other accompanying symptoms at that time?"

Lin Yuan quickly nodded, "Yes, the patient said he had no appetite for food and his stools were loose—these are typical signs of spleen-stomach deficiency."

Vice Dean Ge Xu, hearing this, lightly tapped his fingers on the notebook, then picked up his pen and swiftly wrote in it: "Spleen-stomach deficiency: sallow, fatigue, poor appetite, loose stools."

Lin Yuan continued onward, his voice becoming a bit more natural and smooth than at the start.

Lin Yuan had just finished explaining the key points of tongue-coating diagnosis when the classroom door was lightly tapped three times.

Immediately after, a clear, sweet voice with a hint of gentleness came from outside:

"May I disturb you? May I sit in on the class?"

That voice was like a spring steeped in honey, instantly softening the atmosphere in the classroom.

Lin Yuan instinctively turned his head toward the doorway; a graceful figure stood at the doorframe, backlit, outlining a slender, graceful silhouette.

It was Du Wanhe—

She wore a moon-white dress, its hem swaying gently with her breath; her dark black hair was loosely tied at the back, a few wisps touching her neck, making her skin look as white as fine mutton-fat jade.

A breeze blew in from outside, carrying the faint scent of gardenia from her—not cloyingly sweet, but a fresh, pleasant fragrance that quietly drifted into every corner of the classroom.

Lin Yuan stared at that figure, feeling a bit dazed—

Du Wanhe? She actually came to listen to my lecture?

Lin Yuan opened his mouth, but couldn't get a word out for a long time.

Until Dean Luo gave a light cough.

Lin Yuan only then came to his senses, his cheeks a bit flushed, and he hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes, please come in."

Du Wanhe smiled at him, then gave a slight nod to Dean Luo and Vice Dean Ge Xu, and quietly walked to an empty seat in the back and sat down.

Lin Yuan hadn't yet fully calmed his surprise when another figure appeared at the classroom door—tall and composed, exuding authority at a glance.

He narrowed his eyes, and his heart jumped to his throat—

It was Principal Du Yun Dian!

Du Yun Dian wore no mask or hat, dressed in a proper dark gray suit, holding a leather briefcase, and his gaze swept calmly over the classroom.

Seeing him, Dean Luo and Vice Dean Ge Xu instinctively rose to their feet.

Even Du Wanhe in the back row slightly bowed and called out, "Dad, why are you here too?"

Du Yun Dian glanced at his daughter and said, "You're allowed to sit in on classes, but I'm not allowed to come study?"

Saying that, Du Yun Dian sat down at the edge of a corner.

Lin Yuan stood at the podium, his fingers tensing again, his mind filled with a single thought:

How did even the principal come to today's class?

Du Yun Dian waved at Dean Luo and the others, indicating they needn't stand, then looked at Lin Yuan, his voice gentle yet authoritative:

"Continue the lecture; pay me no mind—I'm just here to sit in."

Scarcely two minutes after Du Yun Dian sat down, several familiar figures began appearing at the classroom door.

They were other teachers from the School of Medicine……

There was Professor Li, who teaches anatomy, and Professor Zhang, who teaches pharmacology, each carrying a notebook and walking in quietly.

Before long, the formerly empty classroom filled with a dozen or so people; the back and side seats were all taken, and even the air seemed to gain a hint of focused atmosphere.

Lin Yuan glanced down at the class, felt a little more at ease, and continued lecturing.

But just then, the sound of high heels came from outside the door—'tap, tap, tap…'

Then a graceful figure stopped at the classroom door, instantly drawing everyone's gaze.

It was Qin Bore.

An adjunct associate professor from the School of Economics.

She wore a black dress whose hem fell to mid‑thigh, outlining a slender yet full figure; her neck and shoulder lines were like finely carved white jade, glowing with a cold sheen.

Her jet‑black hair hung loose, falling casually over her shoulders, the ends with a natural wave that swayed slightly with her movements;

Her lips were painted a vivid red, the outer corners of her eyes slightly lifted; as she looked into the classroom, her gaze held a hint of careless nonchalance, her beauty breathtaking.

A breeze carried the faint scent of sandalwood perfume from her, contrasting sharply with Du Wanhe's gardenia fragrance—one cool and striking, the other gentle and warm, yet both equally captivating.

Lin Yuan stared at her, his mind going blank again—

Qin Bore?

Isn't she the adjunct associate professor from the School of Economics? Why is she here?

Qin Bore raised her hand and knocked on the doorframe, her voice tinged with a lazy smile:

"It's your first day of class—may I sit in?"

Before Lin Yuan could answer, he caught a glimpse of Du Wanhe in the back row slightly furrowing her brows; a flash of contempt flickered across her usually gentle expression.

Du Wanhe let out a quiet hum in her heart:

"That Qin Bore, dressed so flamboyantly like a vixen, actually came to join the fun—truly speechless."

Lin Yuan came to himself and hurriedly nodded: "Of course, of course—please sit."

Qin Bore curved her lips at him, and as she turned she deliberately nodded toward Du Yun Dian's direction.

Du Yun Dian also smiled and gave her a slight nod, laying aside any princely airs.

Lin Yuan watched this scene, his heart full of astonishment:

"Qin Bore is just an adjunct associate professor—why does the principal treat her so well? And why is she free today?"

He dared not ask further, gripped his chalk, forced his attention back to the blackboard, and continued with the pulse‑diagnosis material he hadn't finished.

But Qin Bore sat below, her gaze occasionally landing on him, making Lin Yuan feel his back tense, his speech even stiffer than before.

Just then, Qin Bore suddenly gave him a faint blink, her eyes holding an encouraging smile, as if saying, "Don't be nervous, keep going."

This subtle motion was caught by Du Wanhe in the front row; her fingers tightened slightly around her pen.

Du Wanhe's heart gave a little jolt:

"Does Qin Bore know Lin Yuan? Judging by this interaction, they seem fairly close."

A vague sense of displeasure welled up, tinged with a hint of jealousy—

After all, Lin Yuan is the man who was rumored to have a campus scandal with her ten years ago, someone she's quietly kept in her heart for a long time.

She lifted her eyes to Qin Bore, her beautiful gaze turning cold: "I will absolutely not allow Lin Yuan to have any involvement with that vixen, Qin Bore."

Dean Luo seemed to sense the subtle tension in the back rows, glanced back briefly, then turned his gaze to Lin Yuan and gave a slight nod, indicating he shouldn't be affected.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, cleared his throat, his voice a bit steadier than before: "We continue talking about slippery pulse; slippery pulse is commonly seen in ……"

Qin Bore listened attentively, occasionally writing a couple of notes in his notebook.

Du Wanhe took notes while occasionally glancing at Qin Bore out of the corner of her eye; her wariness grew increasingly evident.

Lin Yuan became more engrossed as he spoke, his fingertips quickly sketching a pulse diagram on the blackboard, completely unaware that the clock on the wall had already passed the end of class.

He hadn't realized that his first class had actually turned into a private tutorial for the principal and deans.

The dozen or so Leaders listened especially attentively; Dean Luo's notebook was already filled with dense script.

Vice Dean Ge Xu also set aside his initial indifference, occasionally raising his hand to ask:

"Lin Laoshi, how can we quickly distinguish the string pulse and the tight pulse in clinical practice?"

Lin Yuan immediately stopped chalking, combining cases he had encountered, and explained in detail from the tension felt in the fingers and the rhythm of the pulse.

Even Principal Du Yun Tian leaned forward slightly, listening attentively.

Unnoticed, the 40-minute class period had passed.

From the hallway came the noisy sound of other classes letting out.

Lin Yuan, however, was still answering Dean Luo's question about "observing the tongue to discern deficiency and excess", not noticing at all that class had ended.

……

Next door, Classroom 301.

Shen Zhixia had just finished class; as the students were packing their books, someone suddenly recalled Lin Yuan, who had gone to the wrong classroom that morning.

"Hey, do you think that new TCM teacher is still alone in the empty classroom, acting foolish?"

"Definitely! TCM has been suspended by the school for years; who would attend a suddenly offered course? It's the most obscure major!"

The more the students talked, the more curious they became; they simply agreed to go together to Classroom 302 to check, wanting to verify their guess and join in the fun.

They walked arm-in-arm to the door of Classroom 302; just as they gripped the door frame to peek inside, they suddenly froze——

The classroom was actually full of people, with silhouettes in the back and middle seats.

"This isn't right—how can there be so many people?"

A student muttered softly, then took a closer look……

They discovered that most of the people below were wearing masks, revealing only blurry outlines.

Just then, a figure in the front row slightly turned their head, revealing half of a beautiful side profile, and the students' eyes widened instantly.

"It's Professor Qin! Qin Bore!"

Someone excitedly lowered their voice!

Qin Bore is the School of Economics' foremost goddess, with top-tier looks and knowledge, and students rarely get to see her.

Upon hearing it was Qin Bore, the male students instantly perked up, forgetting their original plan to just watch the fun, and they all gently pushed open the door, hoping to find an empty seat in the back to sit and listen.

A male student had just taken the empty seat next to Dean Luo when he unintentionally glanced at the handwriting on the other's notebook and noticed the sideburns peeking from under the hat, suddenly freezing——

"This outline—how could it resemble Dean Luo Renhai?"

He dared not be certain, and secretly glanced at the person beside him……

Although wearing a mask, that person's suit style was exactly the same as Vice Dean Ge Xu's usual attire at meetings!

The male student's heart raced, and he slowly lifted his gaze toward the center seat——

That person wasn't wearing a mask—it was Principal Du Yun Tian!

The male student suddenly grabbed his neighbor's sleeve, his voice trembling: "You see… look down below—Dean Luo, Vice Dean Ge, and also… also the principal!"

The other students followed his gaze and instantly went dumbfounded……

The previous chatter vanished instantly; everyone stood frozen, even their breathing grew light——

Those present were actually all the school's high-level leaders!