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

  "Ouch, that hurts! Brother Bao, you're really something. How could you be so ruthless to me?" Zhang Luo rushed up from the operating table, propping his chin on his hand with his fingers spread apart.

  "You little brat, you dare to flirt with Bao Ge? I'll beat you to death."

  "Ah, ah, Brother Zong, I don't dare anymore." Because he had just finished surgery, even if Zhang Luo was a bold person, he didn't dare to move around and could only sit there and let Bao Guo beat him up.

  "After saying it a few times, I am now Yang Baojun."

  The punishment for treason is even heavier now.

  "Stop messing around and get out, I still need to disinfect." Yang Zongbao silently put away the instruments.

  "Brother, who's so blind to let you disinfect these things? Don't worry, I've found someone to take care of it." Zhang Luo was typical, having forgotten the pain after healing from his wounds, and now wanted to start causing trouble again, acting like a fool.

  "Get out, I'm busy."

  "You go out first, I'll talk with Bao Ge."

  After Zhang Luo rushed out, Bao Guo handed Yang Zongbao a cigarette and lit it for him.

  "Brother Bao, with a purpose." Yang Baoguo spat out a smoke ring.

  "You know, otherwise you wouldn't have brought me here, many people can do this kind of operation." Yang Zongbao continued to pack things up.

  "This little punk was causing trouble on my turf a year ago, I originally wanted to chop him off, but someone intervened and mediated." Baoguo took a hard drag of his cigarette, savoring the numbness.

  "What kind of cigarette is this, it's so spicy." Yang Zongbao didn't respond to Baoguo's words, but instead asked about the cigarette. This cigarette was as irritating to the throat as liquor.

  "I mixed it myself, added some mugwort." Baoguo smiled foolishly.

  "Add some Sichuan pepper too. Your taste is really weird." Yang Zongbao didn't say to throw away the cigarette either, and continued smoking.

  "It's alright, having me do this surgery is also a way for me to get to know people. Otherwise, in the future when I run into trouble, even if I ask someone for help but don't show them any kindness, they won't be willing to lend a hand." Yang Baoguo's heart was complicated, he knew that this might make Yang Zongbao feel uncomfortable.

  "I understand, if you can't even see through this, are we still brothers?" Yang Zongbao thought to himself: "Let's go, in the future, I'll take every path you've paved for me, don't worry about me, you know what I need most right now?"

  "That's all I need to hear from you, brother. I'm out of here."

  "Wait, leave your cigarette with me."

  "It's flavorful." Yang Zongbao handed over a pack of Baoguo cigarettes.

  "Not bad, it's quite refreshing, I've even got a runny nose now."

  "I'll get some in a few days and send them to my brother. There are several ingredients that are hard to find inside."

  After Bao Guo left, Yang Zongbao finished smoking before starting to disinfect things. If these are not disinfected well, the nurse will definitely find trouble for herself tomorrow morning. Tomorrow still have to go to school to report.

  I'm not as noble as Yang Baojun thought. After all these years, I'm no longer the ignorant and sympathetic child I used to be. Back then, I picked up Baojun simply because I had nothing better to do and my excessive sense of justice needed an outlet. I didn't expect that now he's more concerned about my affairs than I am myself.

  After disinfecting the equipment, Yang Zongbao returned to his residence and tidied up a bit. After doing these things, it was already 7 o'clock in the morning. Yang Zongbao went downstairs and found a cart, discussing the price with the other party. In the end, for 20 yuan, the other party only lent the car but did not help with the labor. It was a very cheap price, and Yang Zongbao was very satisfied, anyway, he had the strength to do it himself.

  Thus, in the highest and best institution of learning in this city, a strange scene appeared.

  A thin, weak-looking man in sportswear, resembling a student, pulled a cart full of books behind him, followed by a man who was clearly a migrant worker. The scene was strange yet not strange, after all, it's not uncommon for parents to send their children to school these days. So the security guard at the school entrance didn't bother them and didn't even have the intention to ask questions, watching with open eyes as this strange pair pulled the cart into the campus entrance.

  It's just weird why kids in front are so struggling, and dads behind don't help a bit.

  I knew it was the doctoral building yesterday, and I also got the key. Now I just need to move my stuff up there and then go register. I graduated in July, now it's almost October, the timing is quite coincidental, and it's only a month late for class, which is still okay. The first month of university classes are usually nonsense, with no real content, and they're mainly English classes anyway.

  The doctoral building is definitely given special treatment, standing alone in a remote corner of the school. It's not with other dormitory areas. The location is relatively quiet.

  A 23-story building. As expected, PhD students from each school are scarce, and of course, not only domestic PhD students live here, but also many international exchange students reside here. Yang Zongbao doesn't care much about these things, just thinking that since it's free, he might as well take advantage of it.

  Yang Zongbao had just arrived when it was class time, and there were no people entering or leaving the building. So he temporarily put his things at the entrance of the main gate.

  "You're here to attend university, right? That's great." The migrant worker who had been acting arrogant just now asked with a face full of envy.

  "Uh-huh." Yang Zongbao didn't explain anything. It was a good thing that he looked young, who wouldn't want to look young? Becoming mature too early was just an unavoidable thing.

  "My son is going to take the university entrance exam next year, can he get in touch with you and also attend this university?"

  This made Yang Zongbao laugh and cry, the college entrance examination is a national unified examination, even if it's the principal, you can't easily let someone in.Not everyone has such great abilities.But although the migrant worker is rustic, it can be seen that his heart for his son is very sincere.

  "Sorry, I don't have that ability, I'm just a student." Yang Zongbao wouldn't give face to the other party because of their status or anything.

  "Oh, I see, you don't have any rights either." The migrant worker said in disappointment.

  "Sorry." Yang Zongbao apologized again, "Here's 20 yuan, you take it, thank you."

  "It's nothing, just borrowing a car." He said it as if it was free, but he still took the money.

  Yang Zongbao turned around and started packing his things, preparing to move his luggage upstairs. He had to hurry up, otherwise he wouldn't make it in time for lunch, and he still needed to swipe his meal card.

  "Student, give me your phone number. Let my son get in touch with you later."

  Yang Zongbao's legs almost went soft from carrying the body. A thick-skinned person, but this was a first. Simple-minded, simple thick skin.

  "130XXXXXXX", Yang Zongbao unconsciously reported it to him.

  "Remember 13xxxxxxx." The migrant worker then dragged his cart and left.

  Yang Zongbao stood still on the steps, next to the trees where cicadas were still lingering in the tail of summer. It was almost October but still very hot. In fact, Yang Zongbao's clothes had been drenched with sweat for a long time, and even he didn't know why he insisted on wearing sportswear in this weather.

  Yang Zongbao's dormitory is on the 8th floor. Because there was an elevator, Yang Zongbao used a book to prop open the elevator door and prevent it from closing, then moved all his luggage into the elevator, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a sense of relief. Actually, this small matter could have been resolved by just asking someone for help, but if he had to trouble others for such a trivial thing, his image in Baoguo's eyes would become disheveled. Relationships between people require effort to maintain, and it is the same between brothers.

  "Wait." Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a beautiful figure floated in.

  Her skin was fair, with a duck-egg face and wine-red hair that seemed to have been freshly dyed, emitting a pungent smell. Yang Zongbao would not be foolish enough to show it, but simply turned his neck to one side.

  "What are you looking at? Haven't seen a beauty before?" The woman didn't know if she had eaten gunpowder or something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, it was a barrage of words.

  The twin peaks that clothes couldn't cover kept shaking non-stop.

  "...At this time, Yang Zongbao really didn't know how to answer. He was dressed like that, wasn't it for people to see?"

  "Hmm."

  The woman saw Yang Zongbao and didn't say a word, she hummed proudly with her head held high.

  Ding dong.

  The 8th floor arrived, and the woman stepped out in high heels. Yang Zongbao again used the book to prop up the door until all the luggage was unloaded.

  His room number is 606, on the first floor with 13 rooms. After taking the key and entering, I saw a robust man running on the treadmill.

  No one paid attention to him, and Yang Zongbao wouldn't use his own hot face to stick to someone else's cold butt. Move the things into the house. This is a four-bedroom living room, with 4 people living in it, no one has their own room, sharing a common living room. The living room was renovated, with air conditioning, sofa and a 42-inch plasma TV.

  Yang Zongbao's room was the fourth one, as soon as he opened the door, there was a bed, no decoration, except for the wall being painted white, the floor was still cement. There was a small balcony. It was hung with colorful underwear of all shapes and sizes, including triangular ones, quadrangular ones, and even women's thongs. The United Nations flag didn't have as many colors as this little corner.

  The room was full of piled up useless junk, Yang Zongbao silently moved the objects to his own room door. He started cleaning up. There weren't many things, just a lot of books. Not that he liked reading, but he couldn't afford a computer, so he could only read books. Now he had 5,000 yuan on him and was considering buying a second-hand computer, otherwise it would be inconvenient.

  Yang Zongbao continued to collect himself, while the robust young man outside continued to jog slowly on the treadmill, as if Yang Zongbao's actions had nothing to do with him.

  Covered in sweat, an hour later the bed was made and everything was tidy. The room didn't have air conditioning, so Yang Zongbao thought he should buy an electric fan.

  I went to the shared bathroom and found that there was a shower. Since this is in the south, the school doesn't restrict water usage, so I can take a bath freely. Plus, although it's almost October, I can still try taking a cold shower.

  Yang Zongbao quickly got into the bathroom, took a quick cold shower, and changed into a set of sportswear. He was covered in stinky sweat, so he grabbed a bucket to soak in first before reporting back, then washing up afterwards.

  After finishing collecting everything, the young man who was running also stopped and still didn't greet Yang Zongbao, but went straight to take a bath.

  Yang Zongbao had just finished washing up and was feeling refreshed. He quickly ran to the teaching building, found the anesthesiology department office, knocked on the door and went in.

  There was a counselor playing computer inside.

  "Hello, I am here..."

  "Yang Zongbao, right? I know, Dean Mao has already made the arrangements. Here are your new book and class schedule." The young instructor with curly brown hair interrupted Yang Zongbao's words.

  "Director Mao?"

  "Ah, yes, the head of anesthesia at the provincial hospital is our deputy dean, we've already greeted each other." The counselor said with a smile.

  "Is it? Then I'll be off, teacher." Yang Zongbao hugged his heavy books and prepared to leave.

  "Wait a minute, I'll go with you. Anyway, I have nothing to do and you're not familiar with the classroom. Let me introduce you." Unexpectedly, the chestnut-haired instructor offered to help Yang Zongbao voluntarily.

  "Thank you." It wasn't necessary to decline the counselor's kindness, but Yang Zongbao only symbolically let her take two books.