roccoschili Chapter 165 Fu Wantang Can't Make Any Waves
Chapter 165 Fu Wantang Can't Make Any Waves
The next afternoon in class, An Xiaoyue noticed that the professor, who was usually unkempt, had his tie on, his hair neatly combed, and his leather shoes shiny and stylish.
For several days in a row, the professors dressed very formally for the classes, and the female professors also wore beautiful makeup.
But Fu Shengyang did not appear in the classroom.
The professors persisted for two weeks, but they also found that Mr. Fu would no longer appear in class. They all turned back into researchers who didn't care about their appearance, dressing however they felt comfortable, and letting their sparse hair fall in all directions.
Everything returned to its original state of freedom and vibrancy.
During this period, Zhou Ping, the class's academic representative, also took the initiative to team up with An Xiaoyue.
Zhou Ping is the class monitor, but his grades are average. He excels in organization and leadership, and all his group members are carefully selected and persuaded by him.
An Xiaoyue was well aware that Zhou Ping had approached her because of her academic achievements.
At the registration site, the four people happily gathered together because they had successfully registered.
Seeing this, another group of students mocked, "Class monitor, you're too eager to win. You're not even letting An, a pregnant woman, off the hook."
Pregnant women are not a group or term that carries any negative connotations, but when this student said it, it took on a different meaning and made people feel uncomfortable.
An Xiaoyue frowned unhappily. Pregnancy was hard, but that didn't mean she couldn't do anything or do anything at all.
"I......"
"Don't you want to win?" Zhou Ping retorted dismissively, interrupting An Xiaoyue. "An is just pregnant. Her hands and brain won't affect the game. She agreed to join, so stop being jealous of my excellent teammates."
"She's so heavily pregnant, what if something happens to her..."
Before that classmate could finish speaking, another female classmate in the group, Hua Lan, spat back, "Shut your jinxed mouth! We're all classmates, don't be so venomous!"
The tall and imposing Cheng Zhuoli shook his head and warned the other party, "Medical ethics are also part of the evaluation."
The competition hadn't even started yet, but the tension was already palpable.
An Xiaoyue watched as the two men and one woman in the group, one after another, silenced the other party with their sharp retorts, leaving them speechless and pale.
She was grateful that everyone was so protective of her.
An Xiaoyue was very confident, "With such a united team, we can definitely win first place."
Zhou Ping chuckled and said, "We can only get first place because we have you, the top student in all four subjects."
Hua Lan: "Don't put pressure on An. We should all do our best in what we are good at."
“Yes, we all need to do what we’re good at.” Cheng Zhuoli held out his hand, and the other three followed suit, excitedly shouting together, “First place!”
The medical skills competition was divided into three stages. The first stage was medical record analysis, in which all students took a written test.
The second stage was practical training, conducted by drawing lots. The assessment covered a wider range of skills, including wound cleaning and suturing, preoperative handwashing, and cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR)...
The third stop was an outpatient simulation. Students drew lots to determine a disease and then played the roles of patient, doctor, nurse, and examination staff. They were required to demonstrate the entire process, from initial consultation to treatment plan determination, within twenty minutes.
An Xiaoyue prayed that she wouldn't be called on for CPR during the second call. She wouldn't be able to be a patient or participate in the rescue efforts with everyone else; she would just be a bystander dialing 120.
Registration successful, everyone begin preparations.
Every day after class, the four of them would spend two hours at school doing simulations.
The other three members of the group were very confident because of An Xiaoyue's addition.
The more her team members trusted her, the greater the pressure she felt.
On the one hand, she was worried about being drawn into a position she couldn't perform; on the other hand, the competition was at the end of June, and she was lucky to be full-term, so she was afraid of giving birth prematurely.
Whenever she worries about these things, the only thing she can do is turn on her computer, write down all the possible questions in detail, step by step, and mark the precautions and points that are easy to lose points with different colored pens.
When her classmates received the materials, their eyes lit up as they looked at her. If she weren't pregnant, they would have picked her up and tossed her in the air to celebrate.
Time flew by amidst the intensive preparations.
Outside the window, a magnificent sunset blankets the sky.
An Xiaoyue sat on the sofa by the window, answering a phone call from her mother, An Jiaren.
"How's the baby doing lately?" An Jiaren asked.
"I'm doing well with Luck, and I'm preparing for the competition."
An Jiaren: "Baby, you're carrying a big belly, so please move slowly. My eyelids have been twitching a lot lately, and I'm feeling quite uneasy."
An Xiaoyue wanted to say that her mother was superstitious, which was probably due to not getting enough rest.
But she still comforted her mother, "I'm fine here, Fu Shengyang is with me the whole time. As for Dad, he's participating in the rowing competition. You should talk to Dad and Brother Xu more about it. Just do your best, safety is the most important thing."
There is a river in Jincheng.
The cooperation project between Cameroon and Jincheng has been successfully implemented, enhancing the friendship between the staff of the two countries.
A rowing competition will be held on the river, organized by various departments.
An Xiaoyue felt that such a project was very dangerous. Isn't hiking and mountain climbing safer than rowing competitions?
When she asked this question, Leng Shize's answer was:
Respecting the wishes of both parties, the rowing competition was approved by leaders at all levels and will definitely be conducted under the premise of ensuring the safety of personnel. Medical teams and rescue teams are on standby.
Compared to her second brother who was by her side, she was more worried about her precious daughter, whom she couldn't take care of herself.
"You don't need to worry about your dad at all. He was a key member of his school's swimming team in high school and won many gold medals. When he was studying abroad, he was also the captain of the school's rowing team. Don't worry, Dad knows what he's doing."
An Xiaoyue still couldn't help but remind her, "Well, it's always better to be careful, and make sure you warm up properly."
"Yes, little one, Daddy will be careful," came Leng Shize's voice.
An Xiaoyue smiled, knowing that her mother was annoyed with her, which was why she pulled her father out to talk to her.
The family of three chatted about other things before hanging up the phone.
An Jiaren was still uneasy, feeling that something was about to happen. She sat back on the sofa, absent-minded.
After a while, he suddenly asked Leng Shize, "Is your information wrong? Jiang Mianzhi has been in Beijing for more than half a month, why is there no news of him at all?"
The enemy was in the shadows, while her precious Xiaoyue was in the open; she was very worried.
Leng Shi tested the oil temperature and, finding it was about right, poured in the washed bok choy. With a "sizzle," countless tiny oil droplets splattered up.
"Sheng Yang confirmed the news; Jiang Mianzhi has indeed arrived in Beijing. But what's causing a bigger stir than Jiang Mianzhi is Fu Wantang and Ruan Jingyi."
An Jiaren scoffed, "Fu Wantang can't cause any trouble. With her limited intelligence, she'd be lucky if she didn't shoot herself in the foot. If it weren't for Uncle Fu's feelings, she'd be crying somewhere today!"
Leng Shi stirred the food in the pot and said calmly, "She was crying in Jincheng."
Taking advantage of his busy hands, An Jiaren lightly patted his butt, saying, "They must have been chasing after you."
Leng Shi then dropped the spatula, pulled the person into his arms, and kissed him hard. "My darling, haven't you noticed that every time you leave the neighborhood, a black BMW trolley follows you?"
An Jiaren broke out in a cold sweat and immediately lost her desire to play around.
She never noticed that a car was following her.
"You mean, Fu Wantang came here for me?"
Leng Shi shook his head in denial, "It wasn't you, it was us."
An Jiaren became wary. "Second Brother, what do you think she might do?"
Leng Shi raised an eyebrow and tapped his face, indicating, "Here, I'll tell you."
An Jiaren was disgusted. She came home from get off work without even washing her face, and she didn't want to be kissed!
After this commotion, she remained calm and her eyelids stopped twitching.
She broke free, turned around, and went to get a soup bowl to serve the soup.
"Anyway, with you here, I'm not afraid at all. Second Brother will definitely not let me be in danger."
"Hmph... a trick to provoke him." Leng Shize fell for this. The more she thought highly of him, the more enthusiastic he became and the better he performed.
But as Jiaren said, with Fu Wantang's brains, it would be good enough if she didn't lose everything herself.
Everyone was considerate of Uncle Fu's feelings and didn't hold it against his only daughter.
But if Fu Wantang is determined to court disaster, no one can stop her.
Information about diplomats' families is confidential; it's not something she can just casually access.
Fu Wantang must have known this, which is why he sent Ruan Jingyi to do the surveillance.