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

  A can of coffee was handed in front of Yang Zongbao.

  Yang Zongbao looked up and saw Li Sisi. Li Sisi had also been busy all day, her pretty face was full of fatigue.

  "Dark circles, so ugly." Yang Zongbao silently took over and said a sentence.

  "It's ugly if it's ugly, as long as someone wants it." Li Sisi didn't mind and sat down next to Yang Zongbao to drink coffee.

  "I smoke." Yang Zongbao has smoked almost half a pack of cigarettes here, the smell is very pungent, and the cigarettes are not good quality, ordinary people generally hold their noses to pass by. Some little nurses will also whisper a few words: no quality, no public virtue.

  Cigarettes are a bad habit for men. Yang Zongbao had the intention to quit, but he never made up his mind. Once you're addicted, it's really hard to quit.

  "Oh." Li Sisi was quite calm.

  "You're not smoking?" Yang Zongbao couldn't help but say.

  "Hmm." Li Sisi's response left Yang Zongbao feeling helpless.

  "So you're still here?"

  "I like it." Li Sisi said innocently and naively.

  "Do you like it?" Yang Zongbao's hand shook and his cigarette almost fell out.

  "Ah, I like it." Li Sisi turned her head and smiled at Yang Zongbao.

  "Ah......" Yang Zongbao had never encountered such a direct confession in his life, and he hastily retreated: "I have something to do, I'll leave first." After saying that, he hurriedly ran away.

  "Ha! My sister has set her sights on him, none of them can escape. " Li Sisi thought sweetly to herself. It's not easy to find a man like this. At first, when she entered the operating room, there were many doctors who were attentive to her, but she didn't take a liking to any of them. Instead, she always kept an eye on Yang Zongbao.

  At first, it was because I thought it was unbelievable that a graduate of a second-rate university could enter the hospital, and I looked down on him a bit. But as I observed him more, I found him to be very manly and charming. He never rushed or dragged his feet, and he had a good temperament. He was polite to everyone. Plus, his medical skills were not bad either, so my impression of Yang Zongbao gradually changed. As for when I started liking him, it was from the time Yang Zongbao saved that lung cancer patient. The way he stood on the operating table at that time would often appear in front of my eyes. From then on, my eyes couldn't leave Yang Zongbao alone. The more I couldn't leave him alone, the more I could feel his extraordinariness.

  Afraid that others will also notice him, so he confessed to him today. This is something that has never been done in his 22-year career. Must be his girlfriend before others notice him.

  Li Sisi clenched her fists and silently pulled them up and down three times: "Come on, come on, come on."

  All of this was seen by Zhou Chong.

  Yang Zongbao ran back to the dormitory in a desperate bid to escape, his heart racing like a drum. How long had it been since a girl had confessed her feelings to him? And yet, she was exactly his type. Li Sisi was petite, delicate, lively and lovely, with the elegance of a Jiangnan woman, but she overlapped with the image of the woman he couldn't get over.

  "What? First in the entrance exam?"

  In the principal's office, the old principal stared at the test papers on his desk for a moment.

  "Really? I've never seen a child with such talent before."

  If Yang Zongbao were here, he would be surprised that the director of anesthesiology is here.

  "With such talent, how did you end up in a second-rate university?" The old director couldn't believe it. This exam paper was brought back from outside by himself in order to increase the hospital's efforts to select talents. After all, in recent years, there have been more and more people with connections, and the overall level of the hospital has decreased a lot.

  This test actually has a great origin, and it was discussed with several international top experts in various fields. I didn't expect someone to get full marks. The test must have been graded incorrectly. Even for myself, who created the test, I can only get full marks in my own area of expertise, and it's almost impossible to get full marks in other areas.

  The old director carefully put on his glasses and examined them carefully.

  The head of the anesthesia department did not disturb him, but sat on one side drinking tea, waiting for the old dean to check the papers.

  Time passed away bit by bit.

  Two hours later, the old principal wiped off his glasses and lifted his head, saying: "Talented? No, this is a genius. Is he an undergraduate?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Let him be my student, I'll give him a direct PhD. After all, although he has the ability, without a degree, he won't be recognized here either. Sometimes we need to create opportunities for young people." The old dean said excitedly, as if he had discovered a treasure.

  "Ah, I've already transferred his student status to our affiliated university. Since he was admitted to his own school last year, now he just needs to pass the entrance exam of our school." The anesthesiology director saw that the old dean was trying to poach someone from him, so he quickly made a statement.

  "What nonsense, Old Mao! This matter should have been reported to me first, how can you make a decision on your own? You're not right." The old director, as expected, immediately denied this: "The entrance exam is of course going to be taken by all departments together, let Yang Zongbao choose for himself what's right or wrong, how could one person decide?"

  "But I'm the vice president of the school, after all. Deciding on a few people should be okay, right?" The director's eyes twitched, this old guy is openly competing with himself for talent, how shameless. He really made a mistake, originally he wanted to help Yang Zongbao resolve his current difficulties, so he took out this guy's exam papers, but unexpectedly also gave the other party the idea of cherishing talent, this is really unlucky, however, he will absolutely not let go of Yang Zongbao, whoever he sets his sights on, must be brought under his own name. Now those students he has been guiding, even doctoral students, are not as good as Yang Zongbao.

  "When will the public examination be held?" The old dean was afraid that the anesthesiology director would ask a specific time.

  "Next Tuesday." The director thought to himself that his little trick had been seen through, originally planning to first get the student enrolled and then talk about it, but unexpectedly the old principal had anticipated what he might do.

  "Alright then, I'll get a few old guys to proctor the exam with me."

  "Hmm, but there's one thing I'm a bit concerned about." The anesthesiology director hesitated for a moment.

  "What's up?" The old dean was in a great mood and also had a playful interest.

  "It is said that Yang Zongbao was recommended by someone to take the imperial examination."

  "Who?"

  "Old Zhou."

  "Which Zhou is old? Impossible?" The old director was shocked.

  "Hmm." The anesthesiology director confirmed his conjecture.

  "All the more reason to hurry up then. What if it's him who wants this student? The exam is in an hour, right now." The old principal hastily said: "Let's have the exam right here."

  "Hmm." The anesthesiology director immediately contacted the relevant personnel at the school.

  Less than half an hour later, the old director's office was packed with people.

  Each of them is a popular candidate for mentorship.

  But they forgot one person - Yang Zongbao.

  Yang Zongbao was eating beef noodles in a remote alley at this time. A full bowl of spicy sauce, with large chunks of beef piled higher than the rim of the bowl, was sold to Yang Zongbao for 6 yuan, which moved him to tears.

  "Yang Ge, what brings you back this time?"

  Yang Zongbao, who had been eating with his head down, raised his head and wiped the tears and snot from his face. Alongside him, his childhood friend, holding a fan made of rushes and wearing only an undershirt, said: "It's okay, the old master has called you back."

  "Shen's family hasn't made a move yet."

  "I didn't let you investigate," Yang Zongbao said.

  "Isn't it just between friends, you don't want to but I still have to do it for you?"

  "So many years have passed." Yang Zongbao suddenly realized it had been 12 years.

  "Do you know who your real father is?"

  "Biological father?" If it were brought up earlier this year, I might still have been excited, but now there's no longer any ripple.

  "Hmm, all the movements in the Shen family are related to your biological father."

  Yang Zongbao didn't make a sound, he just kept eating his noodles.

  Fa Xiao knew that this was Yang Zongbao, pretending to be nonchalant on the surface but actually having a plan in mind. Having grown up together since childhood, this city wasn't very big and many times they were just Fa Xiao.

  Until he was 12 years old, Yang Zongbao was sent to a mental hospital. If it wasn't for his grandparents finding a way to take him out, who knows what would have happened?

  I couldn't help him back then, so I'll help him now as compensation.

  Some people say that a 12-year-old kid is too young to understand or remember anything. But the truth is, a 12-year-old can already recall jealousy and hatred. Everyone says that Yang Zongbao has forgotten about his past, but he never hid from himself the fact that he still remembers it - this is trust in oneself.

  It's also a fate, I've been following him since I was young. Although he didn't come to visit after entering the hospital, I will never forget that I was picked up by Yang Zongbao from the street. Everything I eat, wear and use is given by Yang Zongbao. Even before he entered the hospital, others said he had mental problems, but only I knew that Yang Zongbao gave me a pair of jade bangles left by my mother after she passed away, telling me to live a good life. At that time, I dropped out of school and did everything to avenge Yang Zongbao.

  He didn't expect him to come looking for himself. The childhood promise he still remembered. When he was a kid, he used to envy those who could afford to eat beef noodles, so he and Yang Zongbao had discussed opening a beef noodle restaurant on this street, called Baozong Noodle Restaurant. Because he changed his name to Yang Baozong.

  The 12 years were not spent in vain. Although I still don't understand the key to what happened back then, now I have enough power to protect Yang Zongbao.

  When I was young, I admired those loyal ministers in operas. I also unconsciously regarded Yang Zongbao as my monarch. This is really hard to explain.

  Yang Baozong has been experiencing the hardships of life since he was a child, until he was picked up by Yang Zongbao at the age of 5. He had always been in a state of struggling to survive with not enough food or clothing. Therefore, for Yang Baozong, Yang Zongbao is like his reborn parents, and even if everyone else is against him, he will still fight to protect him to the death. This point makes Yang Baozong different from others, as not everyone wants to be a king. Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, and even Zhuge Liang all assisted Liu Bei. Yang Baozong thinks of himself as Yang Zongbao's subject. He had positioned himself very early on.

  "Have you found out who that man is?" Yang Zongbao finally finished eating his noodles, looking at his childhood friend in front of him. It had been 12 years since they last saw each other, but he still remembered him vividly. Yang Baozong was more robust than he had imagined. In the scorching temperature, he was bare-chested, with well-developed muscles. His entire back was tattooed with a red Guan Gong (a Chinese general). The right eyebrow seemed to be severed in the middle, and upon closer inspection, there was a scar inside.

  "Bao Ge, still haven't found out, after all these years, just found out it's related to the Shen family. Hehe, that pair of scum from the Shen family is really interesting."

  "I don't like tattoos," said Yang Zongbao.