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

  "I live in the school dormitory and have something on for a while."

  "School? Our brother school?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "It just so happens I'm going that way, I'll give you a ride home." Kang Le also realized he was being too enthusiastic and added:

  "Thank you, but I'll go back with Zhou Yi." Yang Zongbao declined the offer, last time's package and skin incident was enough to prove Kang Le's ferocity.

  "It's okay, maybe next time," Kang Le said and left without hesitation.

  Yang Zongbao suddenly felt a chill on his back, and when he turned around, he saw Zhou Yi staring at him with a faint gaze.

  "What's wrong?" Yang Zongbao asked.

  "It's nothing, I just think you're particularly lucky." Zhou Yi said with a sour tone.

  "Come on, day and night thinking wildly, put this spirit to read books how?" Yang Zongbao directly slapped a palm on Zhou Yi's head. This blind guy, just serious for a moment, and then went astray again.

  The two walked out of the hospital together. Zhou Yi suddenly said, "How did you actually bully him? That little guy was hiding in the corner, looking quite pitiful."

  Yang Zongbao knew that Zhou Yi was trying to find balance within himself, and without saying a word, he looked at him sideways. The implication was "Don't you know what's going on yet? Get out of here, stop pretending to be so comfortable."

  Zhou Yi felt that Yang Zongbao's gaze was full of resentment, so he hastily explained: "Brother, brother, can't I call you brother? I was wrong, and I won't dare to mock your age again. This time, please magnanimously let me off, and treat me like a fart." Zhou Yi's appearance was as fawning as possible.

  Yang Zongbao didn't say a word and just kept running forward with all his might, making Zhou Yi's stomach ache beside him.

  Yang Zongbao finally spoke up, but what he said made Zhou Yi want to slap his own mouth even more.

  "Capital punishment can be avoided, but corporal punishment is hard to escape. Your meal card will be used by me this month."

  "What about my meal then?"

  "Follow me and let's eat."

  "Ah......" The anguished cries drew the attention of passersby on the road.

  It's not that Zhou Yi is reluctant to spend the money, but mainly because the card is a real-name card. Not only do you need to swipe it for meals, but also for taking baths. And you can't report it lost, what if something tragic happens? You can ask Yang Zongbao for help with meals, but what about bathing? Two big men standing there naked, if this gets out, I'll lose all my face.

  "Master, I still have class tomorrow morning, I'll head back first." Zhou Yi prepared to make a quick exit.

  "Didn't you say you found a new direction for your career? Go to self-study." Yang Zongbao grabbed Zhou Yi, who was about to slip away, ready to thoroughly fulfill his duty as a teacher.

  "Are we starting today?" Zhou Yi said with a bitter face.

  "The early bird gets the worm." Yang Zongbao seemed to see himself in Zhou Yi, only he was luckier. Or perhaps unluckier. Living in a comfortable nest, making some small struggles, but not truly resisting, making some small moves that are not worth mentioning. That's why he would hang out with someone like Feng Yuxiang.

  Zhou Yi had no choice but to stay in his dormitory at school, he originally planned to go home and slack off for a few days.

  "What class is tomorrow?" Yang Zongbao suddenly turned his head and asked Zhou Yi, who was lost in thought.

  "Dissection is in the dissection teaching and research room."

  After Zhou Yi finished speaking, the two parted ways. When Yang Zongbao returned to his dormitory, he found Zhang Lanfeng sitting on the sofa with an unpleasant expression.

  "Be careful, or you'll be in trouble." Ma Xiao Jian quietly floated over and whispered something in Yang Zong Bao's ear, then floated away like a ghost.

  "What's wrong?" To be honest, Yang Zongbao was very tired today, from morning till now, extremely exhausted.

  "You...". Zhang Lanfeng hadn't even spoken yet, and his nose was already running: "You threw me onto the bed like that last night, now I have a cold."

  "Oh, I'll get you some medicine tomorrow." With that, he went into his own room, leaving Zhang Lanfeng stunned.

  It's almost 12 o'clock after this commotion, still sitting on the balcony chair, picking up the anatomy atlas for tomorrow's anatomy class. Only at this time of day does he feel comfortable, and the whole world has quieted down. From Yang Zongbao's height, you can see the campus streetlights, the doctoral building is not powered off, and other dormitories will pull the chain, so it's very quiet, and the lights are also quiet. Every day at this time is Yang Zongbao's sedimentation time, his thinking time.

  Yang Zongbao didn't know when he fell asleep, but he only knew that when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright. He hastily washed up and prepared to go out, when a gloomy voice suddenly came from behind: "Dissection class, huh...".

  I don't know what's wrong with Zhang Lanfeng, he's been cursing himself since early morning.

  The anatomy teaching and research office is located in a place that sparks infinite imagination. It's at the edge of the school, where lush greenery abounds. Even on such a scorching day, the sun can't penetrate, and moss grows luxuriantly between the stone slabs on the road.

  Because it's not just one class, there are also groups of three to five girls and boys huddled together, timidly walking towards the second floor of the small Western-style building. Because their liveliness slightly dissipated the unease here.

  Yang Zongbao always referred to his university students, regardless of gender, as "kids", forgetting that he himself was only 22 years old and should have been a junior according to normal circumstances.

  Walk into the classroom and stand by the last desk, waiting.

  More and more classmates came in, but they all consciously kept a distance from Yang Zongbao.

  Zhou Yi also rushed over in a flurry, and without hesitation stood together with Yang Zongbao, attracting the attention of many onlookers.

  "What are you looking at? Haven't seen one before, this is my master." Zhou Yi was indeed a straightforward person, and he scolded those classmates who dared to look sideways.

  Feng Yuxiang also rushed over at this time and took a look at Zhou Yi, but Zhou Yi didn't say anything. Feng Yuxiang then stood together with Qian Shuangshuang and others nearby.

  Zhou Yi and himself standing together Yang Zongbao could imagine, but why did another woman appear, and a woman with very little presence.

  Even Yang Zongbao had never noticed her existence.

  As a result, Yang Zongbao, Zhou Yi and a new member named Zuo Anjing, a very quiet girl, formed a temporary group.

  Just as everyone was curious about the corpse covered with black cloth on the table, the classroom door was kicked open. A hot woman walked in wearing a short skirt and low-cut top.

  Yang Zongbao cursed under his breath, another acquaintance - the big-breasted woman Guo Jingjing. The day she delivered food to him was not a pleasant one. Later, he asked Zhang Lanfeng and found out that they were in a mentor-student relationship, with Guo being the senior sister and Zhang the junior brother. A girl studying orthopedics is already quite intimidating, but one with such a good figure is even more so.

  Proud double peaks, for those who are still in that exciting period, are absolutely deadly. With such a good figure, the face is not important anymore. Yang Zongbao personally thinks that her face is mediocre, but her figure adds a lot of points to her.

  "You bunch of rabbits, listen up! I'm your substitute teacher, so from now on, my classroom is mine to run. There are a few things I don't want to see. First, disrespect towards the corpses, making jokes about them - if I catch you once, you'll fail this course; second, I don't want your eyes on my chest, or I'll have no qualms about digging them out, do you know what that means?" Guo Jingjing raised the plate in her hand, on which lay two spherical objects.

  Guo Jingjing fiddled with it for a moment, turning the black part towards the students below and saying: "Eyeball? Got it?" Then she put the eyeball on the podium and continued to say: "Thirdly, I don't want to hear some of you scream when you see a corpse, get weak in the legs, or make a fuss. Got it? If there's even one discovery that doesn't meet the standard."

  Yang Zongbao was also stunned by this woman, it's really impressive, but isn't she living in the same building as him? However, he is also the teaching assistant of Zhou Yi and others, and the boundaries between students and teachers in the medical school are not clear-cut to begin with. It's common for supervisors to slack off and assign lower-level courses to students. Thinking of this, Yang Zongbao felt relieved.

  "Alright, let's get started. Today, you'll mainly skin it for me. Expose the internal organs and leave the limbs with blood vessels and nerves intact. Remember, don't cut a single nerve or vessel, if you do, 10 points will be deducted. Let's begin."

  Yang Zongbao and his team unfolded the black plastic sheet, revealing a female corpse inside. The entire body was dark and had clearly been soaked in formalin for a long time. Domestic corpses are not as abundant as those from abroad, so they usually don't give you frozen corpses, but rather ones that have been soaked in formalin, or what people commonly call "formaldehyde", for several years or even decades. The smell is enough to knock someone out.

  Of course, those preserved in formalin are not beautiful. More or less deformed. The skin is cold and has no elasticity. There's no blood on the body.

  "It's suffocating." Zhou Yi's face looked unpleasant, but after all, he was a man and couldn't be intimidated.

  On the other hand, Zuo Anjing, this girl, was not at all concerned, and began to dissect with a knife, as if she wanted to crawl inside, her hair even stuck to the corpse.

  It's really true that you can't judge people by their appearance, it's too amazing.

  "Hey, Left Anjing, your technique is wrong, it should be a single cut in the middle." Yang Zongbao said and started demonstrating. As the epidermis was stripped open, yellowish human fat was exposed, then the skin and fat were separated...

  Anatomy has always been done very well by Yang Zongbao and he likes it too, so this kind of re-creation on the one hand is still a undergraduate education course.

  Soon Yang Zongbao had Zhou Yi and Zuo Anjing start dissecting one by one, watching them sweat profusely, while he was now on the sidelines.

  There is no air conditioner in the classroom, only two old ceiling fans with rusty blades that make a creaking sound when turned on. This school is really stingy and doesn't even provide an air conditioner, but if they did, the strong smell of formaldehyde in this room would be poisonous anyway.

  Even so, this building is still much colder than other places, and I don't know if it's psychological.

  "Hey classmate, you're really enthusiastic, everyone else is being serious, what are you doing?"

  Yang Zongbao sighed, it's really coming, trouble is coming.

  "Teacher, I'd like to wait until the other students are more familiar with it before going up." Yang Zongbao just didn't like being disturbed by others when dissecting a corpse. After all, everyone's techniques were different, and a body that had been touched by someone else was honestly not in line with his own thinking. The places where he made incisions were different - the depth, speed, and curvature were all different. A body that had been touched by someone else was like eating leftover bones to Yang Zongbao - it couldn't be put in his mouth.

  "You're really humble, or have you completely mastered it, just by looking at someone's body?" Guo Jingjing didn't know why she always wanted to pick a fight with Yang Zongbao.

  "36E." Yang Zongbao seemed to utter a nonsensical sentence, but Guo Jingjing's face changed drastically and she walked away with a flushed complexion.

  "Master, you're so powerful! One sentence and the enemy retreats. Can you teach me?" Zhou Yi whispered into Yang Zongbao's ear.