CHAPTER 538: CHAPTER 522: THOSE WHO BLOCK ME SHALL DIE

Song Qingyun almost rushed home, packed some things, and prepared some materials.

The time was quite tight. From his return from Hai City to being dispatched abroad, there was at most only ten days in between.

Song Qingyun also had to coordinate various aspects among the students.

He didn’t even have time to visit the elder folks, just made a phone call to inform them of the situation.

The old lady instructed him for a long time, telling him to study hard when he goes abroad and to bring back the knowledge.

This was the first time since he became an adult that the old lady had instructed him like this.

Song Qingyun packed everything, he was going to board the plane tomorrow. Today, he sorted those materials from his office to take home so the office wouldn’t be needed temporarily.

When he opened the drawer, he suddenly saw the magazine "The Lancet" and remembered the matter.

Song Qingyun slapped his forehead hard and wondered what was going on.

He completely forgot about this, and it was quite a big deal—the school had produced such a young talent.

How old was Jiang Xiaoxiao?

So young, yet capable of writing such insightful papers, and with such strong professionalism.

Given time, she will definitely have much more room for progress than him, a professor.

Now that he thinks about it, he finds it somewhat surprising. The list of students going for the exchange this time only includes Song Moting, not Jiang Xiaoxiao, which is a bit strange.

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s academic performance was exceptional in school; she was a top student in the eyes of all professors.

Of course, Song Moting was the same, but why did Song Moting get to go, and not Jiang Xiaoxiao?

But upon thinking, he understood. After all, Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao were a couple; they couldn’t possibly give all the excellent resources to people from the same household.

Presumably, Dean Zhang and the others considered this fact, so they picked Song Moting from the couple.

Sometimes, this background really is distressing.

He should keep this good news early to prevent her from feeling upset, since it was due to the Song family that delayed her. Otherwise, for this talent of hers, why would Dean Zhang give up this opportunity for Jiang Xiaoxiao?

Song Qingyun was ready to leave with the journal when he ran into Jia Zuo.

The moment Jia Zuo’s gaze fell on the journal "The Lancet" in Song Qingyun’s hand, his pupils instinctively became dark.

He breathed a bit more rapidly.

"Director Song, I have a few questions I’d like to consult with you. Are you available?"

Jia Zuo blocked the door to Song Qingyun’s office.

Song Qingyun smiled faintly. Jia Zuo was quite interesting; he had a little vibe of a bully coming to the door.

"I’m really not free right now. You know, I’m flying tomorrow and I have some things today. You saw this ’The Lancet’ magazine, right? There’s a paper in this journal written by a student from our school.

The student is only 21 years old and has published a paper in ’The Lancet’ at such a young age. I’m here to inform the student and the dean."

Song Qingyun was very happy.

He should have informed the dean earlier about this great news.

Because he delayed for so long, if he doesn’t hurry up with this, he’ll feel a bit guilty towards Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Such an honor is something others can’t get even if they want it.

Jia Zuo was anxious and grabbed Song Qingyun, his arm exerting a lot of force.

Jia Zuo was in his forties, while Song Qingyun was fifty, there was naturally a big difference in physical strength.

Song Qingyun paused, feeling a bit annoyed.

"Director Song, really, I have something to discuss with you. Can you talk to me first before handling this? Can we do that?"

Jia Zuo was almost forcing him, pushing Song Qingyun into the office.

Then he himself came in and closed the door.

"Xiao Jia, what’s going on with you? Speak your mind, why do you have to force someone like this? I already told you, I’m pressed for time right now. You can wait until I get back to discuss whatever question you have!"

Song Qingyun was educated to be most averse to people treating him with such a brute attitude.

Despite everything, he was a first-level professor. He was not like Jia Zuo, whose professorship was dubious, while he was genuinely a first-level professor.

How could they be the same?

Looking at the posture, if he doesn’t clarify things today, this person actually dared to force him.

We’re all respectable people, how could cultured intellectuals behave like this?

"Director Song, you’re leaving the country tomorrow. I’d rather go take the magazine to inform the dean and save you the trip."

Jia Zuo realized that he hastily made a mistake earlier, being too dismissive in attitude.

The Song Qingyun in front of him was indeed different from himself.

Coming from the Song family and being learned, he was absolutely respectable and admired in the medical school.

Unlike himself, who albeit got through, people looked respectfully on the surface but actually despised him secretly.

People down there were discussing him, saying that this paper was definitely problematic, but no one could deny it.

’The Lancet,’ the journal magazine made the most authoritative and impartial comment.

The most important thing was that no one had found the real author of the paper, apart from him being able to stand and claim it, others really had no way to deny he was the author.

If Song Qingyun actually went to find the dean, the issue regarding him would come to light.

Blame his uncle; he asked his uncle to use a favor with Song Qingyun to sort things out.

But his uncle refused outright, resulting in him being in this embarrassing situation, falsely claiming all these honors and achievements with the worry that it would be exposed.

Originally thought to send Song Qingyun abroad for at least a few years, by then the issue would have settled, and no one could present strong evidence, making it set in stone.

By that time, he had long become well-established, even if he wanted to clear Song Qingyun, he couldn’t shake his position.

But who would have thought that Song Qingyun, this stumbling block, would run out and spoil his plan?

Why, when he’s leaving the country tomorrow, must he go to the dean today and drag out these matters?

Once the dean knows the paper is actually Jiang Xiaoxiao’s work, then what does he have left?

He’d face not just losing face, he could very well be fired immediately.

Academic research is extremely meticulous.

No one wants to see someone who plagiarizes others’ works standing in a position of teaching.

By that time, how would colleagues, students, everyone view him?

The career he painstakingly managed would utterly collapse; of course, he wouldn’t let Song Qingyun reveal this.

Not in his lifetime.

Song Qingyun disagreed, "Xiao Jia, don’t bother about this. You don’t even know what I’m going to tell the dean. This is not something you can handle."

The issue of authorship belonging to Jiang Xiaoxiao was known only to him because he submitted the article, even Jiang Xiaoxiao herself likely didn’t know.

She submitted her paper to him, which was now published in "The Lancet."

Jia Zuo gritted his teeth, how could this stubborn old man be so inflexible?

Whoever obstructs me will perish.