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

  "You mean this?" Yang Zongbao pointed at the trash in front of his room door and asked.

  "Hmm, who allowed you to take someone else's things without permission?" The small man was still stamping his foot.

  "This is my room, you put things in my room, can't I take them out? Besides, when I moved in, you weren't here, couldn't ask for your opinion, does that mean just because you weren't here, I couldn't even decide where to live?" Yang Zongbao was already having a bad day today, and now there's a hint of gunpowder smell, anyone can hear the fatigue under his voice.

  "You..." The delicate young man suddenly had nothing to say.

  "I'm new here today, and I was late to school anyway. I hope to get along well with all of you roommates in the next three years. As for things outside, I'll handle them gently and won't make any noise. If I've done anything wrong, I hope everyone present can forgive me." Yang Zongbao decided to take the initiative to apologize first, making it difficult for others to find fault or make a fuss about it.

  "Didn't you break it? Even if you did, can you afford to pay for it?" The small man's voice trailed off and eventually became a mutter.

  "Zhang Lanfeng is okay, don't be so petty." Another man sitting on the sofa stood up and said: "Sorry, he's Zhang Lanfeng from orthopedics. He has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and can't stand it when things are moved out of place. When we saw that your room was always empty, we put our unwanted stuff in there temporarily as storage."

  "You..."

  "Oh, forgot to introduce myself, my name is Yu Tiennan, I'm a pathologist. The one next to me is called Ma Xiaojian, he loves sports the most. Don't look at him being so majestic, he's actually doing breast surgery. Hehe."

  "If you don't speak, nobody will take you as a mute."

  Ma Xiao Jian was unhappy when others said that there were always some colored things in breast surgery.

  "Don't mind them, they're just like that, cold on the outside but warm inside. Do you need any more help?"

  Yu Tie Nan's name and image are quite mismatched. He is relatively slender, wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses, giving off a refined impression.

  "My name is Yang Zongbao, I'm a newcomer to the anesthesia department, but not a doctorate, I'm reading for my master's degree. Today's matter also has its bad side, should have consulted with you." Yang Zongbao's facial expression eased up quite a bit, apparently the other party wasn't difficult to get along with.

  "A master's degree? Well, it's not surprising, there are many overseas students with master's degrees living in this building too." Yu Tie Nan was surprised when he heard that Yang Zong Bao was a master's student, but soon let it go. It's no big deal for a master's student to live in the doctoral building, as long as they have some money and power. But looking at Yang Zong Bao now, he doesn't seem like someone with money, probably just a poor relative of someone with power."

  "Hmm." Yang Zongbao didn't know how to continue speaking and could only respond with a sentence.

  "Anesthesiology department?" Zhang Lanfeng repeated a sentence: "I heard that something happened in the anesthesiology department today."

  "Shut up, you old hag." Ma Xiao Jian cursed.

  "That's just their hobby." Zhang Lanfeng curled his lip: "I heard that today in the cafeteria, a bloody incident occurred among several master's students from the anesthesiology department."

  "Eh, Yang Zongbao, aren't you the master of anesthesiology? What's going on?" Zhang Lanfeng stuck over, and indeed, it was easy to forget things with her fake daughter personality.

  "I am one of the main characters in this story." Yang Zongbao's mouth twitched.

  "Huh? Why isn't he hurt at all, where's the blood?" Zhang Lanfeng circled around Yang Zongbao, looking him up and down, but saw no signs of injury. In the summer, everyone wore less clothing, it shouldn't be hard to see.

  "It wasn't me who got hurt."

  "Ah? Can't tell, you'd hurt someone?"

  "Is this supposed to be praise?" Yang Zongbao thought to himself, could it be that he really did have a look of being at someone's mercy?

  "Why?"

  Zhang Lanfeng continued to work hard.

  "He provoked me and I lost my temper for a moment." Yang Zongbao got over it with just one sentence, if not for the fact that he would have to get along with them in the future, he wouldn't have even said this much.

  "It can't be seen, it's exaggerated." Zhang Lanfeng stepped back with his hands covering his mouth: "It can't be seen, what's the result? Is it to find you for a talk?"

  "What's wrong with your drama club? Stop pretending!" Ma Xiaojian saw Zhang Lanfeng exaggeratedly shaking his body to make way for him, afraid of getting infected himself.

  "Drama club, I did think about it, but unfortunately they didn't want me, so orthopedics took a liking to me."

  "You..."

  Ma Xiaojian was most annoyed when others used their profession to lecture him. Originally, Ma Xiaojian had signed up for a Ph.D. in orthopedics, but he encountered his nemesis Zhang Lanfeng. That fake girl was only one point higher than himself, and as a result, the tall and imposing Ma Xiaojian was assigned to breast surgery, while that damn fake girl stayed in orthopedics.

  So now every time I follow the instructor to the clinic, I have to endure the sideways glances from patients, nurses and even doctors. Others don't understand why a 190cm tall boy like me would study breast surgery.

  Although medicine has no gender differences, only the distinction between patients and non-patients, breast surgery is generally more common among women, of course, there are also male doctors, but most of them are very gentle, and very few are as masculine as Ma Xiaojian.

  Ma Xiaojian naturally blamed everything on Zhang Lanfeng, but unfortunately this jinx was in the same dormitory as him. To make matters worse, his excessive male hormone secretion made it impossible for him to lay a hand on any non-male creature. It's easy to imagine how suffocating life must be like this.

  Even now that he's being squeezed by Ma Xiaojian, he doesn't dare to have a real conflict. Sometimes the relationship between men is like this, coexisting in contradiction.

  "Alright, you two don't scare off our new roommate."

  Yu Tie Nan came out to mediate.

  The two of them stopped talking, and it seemed that the two could get along peacefully. After a moment, Yang Zongbao sorted out the relationship and knew how to live in peace.

  "Zongbao shouldn't worry too much either, friction between classmates is normal and doesn't need to be taken to heart."

  Yu Tie Nan automatically pulled closer to Yang Zongbao and patted him on the shoulder.

  "Thank you, I still have to write a self-criticism, I'll go back to my room first." After saying that, she broke free from Yu Tie Nan's hand and went into her room, closing the door.

  The living room, Yu Tie Nan looked at Yang Zong Bao closing the door and thought to himself: "This person doesn't seem special, a bit arrogant, but not difficult to get along with. However, it's hard to imagine him having the courage to fight with Zhou Yi." Others may not know, but I do - that Zhou Yi is someone whose family donated an entire building to the school. The school takes extra care of students like him, and this time, Yang Zong Bao will probably get away scot-free.

  Yu Tiernan, although a Ph.D. student in pathology, had long been arranged to stay on at the university after graduation, so he knew more about the school's dynamics than ordinary students, and professors were also happy to give him some hints in this regard.

  So when I heard that my new roommate was one of the parties involved in the cafeteria incident, I had some doubts about my new roommate having some background. However, through a few words, I found out that he was just a student with some self-esteem. There's no need for me to worry about it anymore, and who knows how long Yang Zongbao can stay in this dormitory, poor me having to move things around.

  "Move these things away, piling them up here looks ugly."

  Yu Tie Nan moved his arm and said something to the other two before starting to move his things from the empty dorm room.

  "Bad luck." Zhang Lanfeng had no choice but to start moving things in his own room.

  Yang Zongbao returned to the room, aware of the commotion outside. After all, there was only one door, and if he didn't know what the people outside were doing, wouldn't that be like being dead? However, these things were not important to him; what was important was that this room was very hot, the electric fan had not been bought yet, and he still had to write a self-criticism.

  Revisiting this matter, even a slightly thick-skinned boy would have written it off, but Yang Zongbao is still quite unfamiliar with this sort of thing. After racking his brains for a long time, he could only come up with a few words: "Sorry, I was wrong." Thinking about it, if the intention has been conveyed, then that's it; this is the first time in his life, after all. If Zhou Yi still doesn't let go and continues to pursue him, then extreme measures will have to be taken. Back then, he was able to survive such harsh conditions precisely because he didn't care about his own life, clinging on desperately. It can't be that he'll die before achieving his goal, right?

  I've figured it out and calmed down. Today's events were really exhausting, whether physically or mentally. Reading books is indeed more tiring than working.

  But it seems like tomorrow is Saturday and I have to go to work at the hospital, so I'll hand in this review later.

  Yang Zongbao slept soundly, but in the luxurious house of the Zhou family, there were many people who couldn't sleep.

  "What's wrong with you?"

  The boss of the study sat behind his desk, a middle-aged man who was throwing a very thick book "Traveler Without Borders" by Yu Qiuyu at Zhou Yi standing opposite him. On the sofa next to him sat a somewhat sarcastic-looking man who had been seen in the anesthesiology office earlier that day.

  Zhou Yi was hit by a book and didn't dare move.

  "Don't be angry anymore, brother-in-law. Why take it out on the child?" The sharp-tongued man stood up from the sofa and walked over to try to placate him.

  "Who is your brother-in-law? Don't forget where you are. This is the Zhou family home, when did it become the Leng family's turn to call someone brother-in-law here?"

  A well-maintained woman walked into the study from outside and immediately felt annoyed by the sharp-tongued man's greeting.

  "Sister." The sharp-tongued man immediately reined in his momentum and stood quietly to one side.

  "Who is your sister? Your sister isn't in this house. But Leng Zhi Gao, you really are thick-skinned. You relied on having a bit of face to hook up with our family's Old Zhou, but the kid he had is also a useless thing, which doesn't resemble our Zhou family at all. I'm saying, Old Zhou must have made a mistake." The woman completely didn't give any face to the three men in the room, and as soon as she came in, she was coldly ridiculing and mocking them.

  "Cough cough, Feng Jiao don't say anymore."

  The man couldn't help but beg for mercy first.

  "Old Zhou, I'm telling you, you're too muddled. You dare to bring just anyone home. You don't even bother to figure things out first. Helping someone raise a child is a small matter, but if it gets out and loses face for the Zhou family, that's a big deal."

  The woman who spoke was called Ouyang Fengjiao, the first wife of Zhou Yimeng. The reason she didn't get along with Zhou Yi was that he wasn't her own son. Zhou Yi was a private son brought back by Zhou Yimeng, the master of the Zhou family, halfway through his journey.

  "Mom, mung bean soup is ready, come downstairs and drink it."

  Tonight is really lively, another man pushed the door and came in.

  "I knew you were here to bail me out, I'll give you some face, let's go."

  Ouyang Fengjiao felt a pang of tenderness towards the young man who had entered and was unwilling to make things difficult for him, so she quickly walked out of the study.

  "Zhou Chuan, why are you letting your brother get into trouble at school? This time it's his hand that got hurt, who knows where he'll get hurt next. Besides, isn't a doctor's hands their lifeblood? How can you not take good care of them?"