CHAPTER 362: CHAPTER 362: MO YINHE WICKEDLY SMIRKS: I DID IT! 1

She checked the forum and saw the post mentioned by Academician Zhou. It had over a thousand replies, half of which were belittling traditional Chinese medicine.

Si Mingjing’s eyebrows furrowed. Were practitioners of Western medicine all so narrow-minded?

Her master had said that traditional Chinese medicine was profound and complex; some could study it their entire lives and still not master it. Yet, to grasp Western medicine required only a few short years. With diligence and hard work, almost anyone could manage it.

Because Western medicine relied more on advanced equipment, its development was bound to surpass that of traditional Chinese medicine—this was an indisputable fact.

If traditional Chinese medicine were likened to a century-old family, then Western medicine would be the nouveau riche.

Becoming a century-old family was difficult, but aspiring to be the nouveau riche was both hopeful and achievable.

However, to become a true medical expert, one must cast aside prejudices, take the essence and discard the dregs, achieving a unity of Chinese and Western medicine, integrating them thoroughly.

She had always strived to do this.

She also knew quite a bit about Western medicine.

It was just that on Prison Star, Western medical equipment was scarce, so she had become more proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, which didn’t rely on equipment.

Mo Yinhe also saw the toxic comments on the forum and worried she might face difficulties during the lecture.

He wasn’t concerned about her being thrust into the spotlight but simply didn’t want anyone causing trouble for her.

He wished for his woman to shine brilliantly, to always be looked up to by others.

Just as he was.

Others could only feel envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Mo Yinhe gently stroked her soft hair, a plan forming in his mind. "Mingjing, what other intractable diseases that Western medicine cannot cure are you able to treat?"

Si Mingjing gave a cool tug at the corner of her mouth. "Quite a few."

Mo Yinhe laughed heartily, holding her tightly in his arms, clearly adoring her confident tone—it pleased him profoundly.

"For example? Tell me more."

Si Mingjing glanced at the forum posts, which listed numerous medical challenges yet to be solved, and casually picked one.

Mo Yinhe took note of it.

Then, he sent a message to Fengjue, asking him to handle something.

This time, he wanted his treasure to astound everyone once again, to make them all look up to her in awe!

「In the blink of an eye, three days passed.」

Si Mingjing was invited to give a lecture at Yecheng University.

Mo Yinhe deliberately cleared his schedule to accompany her and show his support.

The luxurious motorcade entered Yecheng University and stopped in front of Xingzhi Building. Just as they alighted from the car, Chen Yuanbo came to greet them.

"Crown Prince, Miss Si, a warm welcome to you both," Chen Yuanbo greeted them with a slick smile.

Mo Yinhe’s demeanor was indifferent; only when he was with Si Mingjing did he resemble an ordinary man touched by the mortal world.

In front of others, he always maintained an unattainable and majestic image.

The guards following him all shared his grave expression, exuding an aura that made people keep their distance.

However, Chen Yuanbo noticed Mo Yinhe was wearing a red scarf.

This was strange.

It was 20 degrees Celsius today; could he be cold?

Given Mo Yinhe’s handsome and dashing bearing, coupled with an aloof presence that kept others at a great distance, Chen Yuanbo, despite his curiosity, didn’t dare to ask. Instead, he surreptitiously sent a message to his assistant, instructing him to turn on the heater in Room 306, so as not to chill His Highness, the Crown Prince.

Si Mingjing asked with a smile, "Dean Chen, I’m not late, am I?"

"Not at all, not at all. I’ll take you to the lecture hall."

Room 306 in Xingzhi Building was a large lecture hall that could accommodate over a hundred people. By now, some had already taken their seats, chatting in small groups.

Chen Yuanbo invited the two to sit in the middle of the first row. "There are still twenty minutes before the lecture starts, Miss Si," he said. "Rest for a bit and prepare. I still need to welcome others. If you have any questions, the moderator for this lecture will assist you."

The moderator was a young female teacher. Days before, she had added Si Mingjing on WeChat to discuss the lecture’s proceedings and related matters. She was very responsible and meticulous. At this moment, she was on stage adjusting the computer and the LCD display.

Si Mingjing nodded. "Dean Chen, please attend to your tasks. Don’t worry about me. I’ll start my preparations."

Shortly after Chen Yuanbo left, more people began to arrive.

Among them, a young doctor proactively greeted Si Mingjing upon entering, "Miss Si, long time no see."

"Hello, Dr. Xian."

Xian Chen was pleasantly surprised. "Miss Si, you have a good memory."

He was Dr. Xian Chen, an orthopedist from the Third Hospital of A Country, and he had traveled all the way from A Country to attend Si Mingjing’s lecture.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Xian Chen went to the back rows to greet some medical colleagues, mingled among them, and found a seat.

At this moment, someone else called out Si Mingjing’s name. "Mingjing."

Mo Yinhe, sitting beside Si Mingjing, looked up and saw his so-called brother, Qu Liushang. His face immediately darkened.

"What are you doing here? Who allowed you to call her that?"

"She doesn’t want me to call her Ajiu. So, is ’Mingjing’ your exclusive term of address? Don’t forget what you promised me before."

Mo Yinhe had indeed promised to let him compete fairly. As the Crown Prince, he ought to keep his word.

Qu Liushang confidently took the empty seat beside Mo Yinhe; he had come specifically to support Si Mingjing.

Si Mingjing offered a faint smile, not focusing her attention on Qu Liushang, because Qin Jingqiu had arrived.

Si Mingjing rose to greet her.

"Sister Qin, what brings you here?"

"I don’t know much about medicine, but I heard you’re holding a seminar here on conquering cancer. I came to show my support."

Qin Jingqiu continued, "My mother died of breast cancer. I was only thirteen when she passed. If the medical community had conquered cancer earlier, my mother might not have died. Mingjing, the media calls you the ’beacon of hope against cancer.’ As a patient’s family member, I understand that sentiment all too well. I want to hear how the cells that killed my mother are being conquered. It’s like seeking justice for her."

Si Mingjing took her hand, led her to the empty seat beside her, and they chatted for a while, with Si Mingjing offering some comforting words.

Later, more people arrived, most of them colleagues from the medical field, completely filling the classroom designed for over a hundred.

One of them, a portly yet amiable man with a distinguished air, arrived late. Finding no seats left, he stood at the very back.

Although he was quite heavy, his skin was exceptionally fair, and his features were rather handsome, with large eyes and a high-bridged nose. He was dressed casually but exuded a warm presence.

At half-past nine, Chen Yuanbo stepped onto the stage, delivered an opening speech, and then invited Si Mingjing to the platform.

Si Mingjing felt somewhat nervous. This was her first lecture on Earth, and she lacked experience; her heart was thumping wildly.

Mo Yinhe squeezed her hand, offering encouragement. "Don’t be nervous. You can do it. You’re already more outstanding than ninety-nine percent of the people in the world."

Inspired, Si Mingjing nodded and gracefully ascended the stage.

The moment Si Mingjing walked onto the stage, the stout man standing at the back fixed an intense gaze upon her, his eyes reddening slightly, unable to look away. This was his sister!