Everything I bought on online shopping platforms was genuine.

Supreme Teriyaki Salmon Nigiri – most people have never even heard of it, let alone eaten it.

It's not that this stuff is particularly precious, but rather that not many people actually eat it. Lin Mo only noticed a newly opened sushi restaurant near his school this morning and wanted to try it out.

It was obvious that Director Wang hadn't heard of it either, but in order to keep his secret from being discovered by others, he still planned to find a way to shut Lin Mo up.

"Not bad, junior brother. You haven't even graduated yet, and you're already recruiting people. That's the style of our lineage," Shen Qingnan said with a slight smile.

Although she doesn't smile much usually, she was in a good mood because she saw the inheritance from her junior brother.

Upon hearing this, Professor Li rolled his eyes at him, then said to Lin Mo, "Don't follow your senior brothers and sisters' example. Did you hear that? I'm an old man, and I really can't afford to get angry anymore."

Fortunately, you might not become a doctor in the future, so I can breathe a sigh of relief.

"If it weren't for teaching so many students, this old man could easily have lived to be a hundred! Now it seems unlikely!"

"How could that be? You look very healthy, teacher," Lin Mo said with a smile.

Shen Qingnan shook his head: "I didn't realize that Junior Brother could flatter so much. If you want to say that Master's wife is in good health, I certainly have no objection to that! So, Teacher, don't overwork yourself. If it really doesn't work out, just quit your job at the hospital!"

Although Shen Qingnan is not fond of smiling and sometimes argues with Professor Li, she is still very concerned about Professor Li's health.

"Forget it, I can't stay idle. While I can still move around, I'll do as much as I can," Professor Li said with a smile.

He has dedicated his life to traditional Chinese medicine. Treating the sick and saving lives is his ideal, and he will never allow himself to give up his profession as a doctor as long as his health permits.

Soon, senior student Shen Qingnan went to class, and Lin Mo also went to study with Professor Li.

Professor Li now mentors him one-on-one, except for large-scale public lectures. Of course, in order to broaden his horizons, he also takes him to share courses with other professors, in short, to share good courses!
The students of these professors are mostly graduate students, and the majority are professors of traditional Chinese medicine, though there are also some professors from other pharmacology departments.

Although the techniques used by different practitioners are different, the underlying principles are the same. The reason why traditional Chinese medicine has survived to this day is that it needs to keep up with the times.

Not all illnesses require traditional Chinese medicine treatment. Sometimes Western medicine is more effective and cheaper. Being stuck in one's ways is what makes one mediocre.

Now, Lin Mo's classroom has changed from the teaching building to the laboratory building.

The professors were conducting experiments with their students here. When Professor Li brought it over, he specifically instructed it, "Once you go inside, please don't touch any of the equipment, understand?"

Lin Mo nodded: "I understand, teacher. Don't worry, I know. The instruments inside are very sophisticated, right?"

Upon hearing this, Professor Li was taken aback: "Precision? Not really, it's just that there are some rules in the lab, and you might drive your senior classmates crazy if you're not careful!"

"Rules? What rules?" Lin Mo asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Professor Li thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. The rules for each instrument are different. Some instruments cannot be touched by men, otherwise the data will be inaccurate."

Before using some instruments, you have to kneel down and pray; some require calling out "baby" or similar phrases; and some even require you to have a printed paper by a leading expert in the field before turning it on. You then open the second window from the left, hold the paper, and fan it three times towards the east to ward off bad luck—then the experiment will be successful.

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Lin Mo was taken aback. "Wait a minute, I think I know this. Could it be the Great Joy of the Machine Soul?"

“Yes, yes, that’s what they said,” Professor Li nodded.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo immediately looked at Professor Li: "Then, Professor, are you also going to kneel on those instruments?"

"Ahem, I don't usually use that," Professor Li coughed twice.

Lin Mo: ? ? ?
"Teacher, you're so amazing, are all those instruments afraid of you?"

"Of course not. First of all, I practice traditional Chinese medicine, so I don't have many opportunities to do experiments. I would rather spend that time studying ancient prescriptions. Secondly, if there is any similar work, I always give it to my students and have them kowtow to me," Professor Li said confidently.

Lin Mo:
Alright, so this is the kind of old man you are, abusing your power for personal gain. I misjudged you!
He had heard some rumors online that if only one person in a lab or coding industry could do an experiment or data analysis, then even if that person performed a lion dance, you still had to follow along, because there must be a reason why the steps that survived.

Soon, Lin Mo followed Professor Li inside. There was a professor teaching students there; they were basically there to audit the class.

Of course, Professor Li would also give the other student a few pointers, so it wasn't entirely freelancing.

As soon as the two entered, they saw six students dressed in white sacks kneeling on the ground with devout expressions, kowtowing before a machine. The leader was shouting, "Kneel down! Kowtowing again! Kowtowing three times!"

Lin Mo:
To be honest, aside from himself, he had only seen this kind of scene before at Lao Wang's company in Liu Ruyan's place.

This was my first time entering a laboratory. I had imagined it would be full of elite talents, but now I see that they seem more like monks. There's no scientific atmosphere in the lab; instead, the atmosphere is extremely strong with metaphysical elements.

"Old Song, busy, huh?" Professor Li greeted him as he stepped forward.

Inside, an elderly man also wearing a white coat smiled and nodded: "You're here. Let's start class later, they're busy!" "Okay, Xiao Lin, this is Professor Song!"

"Hello, Professor Song," Lin Mo greeted him.

Professor Song nodded, not paying any attention.

Soon it was noon, and the two professors were giving them a lesson. Lin Mo didn't understand much, but fortunately, Professor Li was there to tutor him one-on-one, which helped him understand some of it. Just as he was about to go to lunch, a scream suddenly came from the laboratory.

It wasn't the kind of scream of pain from being hit, but a scream of despair.

"Waaaaah~~ The machine is broken, it failed again, my data, my data!" A disheveled senior sister knelt in front of a machine and cried loudly.

It was real crying, the kind where snot and tears came out together.

I learned after getting to know her that this senior student's name was Wang Lele, and this was the experimental data from her graduation thesis; she was practically obsessed with it.

Seeing this, Lin Mo looked at the black screen and smoking machine and couldn't help but say, "This machine isn't working properly, can't we just replace it? Isn't there an empty one?"

Upon hearing this, a senior student standing nearby couldn't help but say, "That machine won't work!"

"Is that one broken too?" Lin Mo asked.

The senior student shook his head: "No, that instrument often crashes after being turned on, it's prone to malfunctions, and it often freezes!"

Seeing this, Lin Mo thought for a moment, then put his hands together and bowed to the machine. He then asked his senior where to turn it on. As soon as he pressed a button, the machine started running smoothly.

There was no noise or lag whatsoever, and the boot-up speed was extremely fast, which surprised everyone.

Upon seeing this, the senior student burst into tears of joy. She had thought her experiment would be postponed again, since all the other machines were already in use.

While the dusty machine was running smoothly, he quickly put a cup filled with brown liquid into it and then began to kowtow on the ground.

Lin Mo didn't take it seriously, after all, he possessed the skill "Great Joy of the Organic Soul".

After a quick lunch, Lin Mo and the others returned to class. Soon it was four o'clock in the afternoon, and Lin Mo prepared to drive back.

Just then, a group of students in white coats rushed in, led by the disheveled senior from noon, who immediately grabbed his hand.

"Thank you, junior! My experiment was a success, and the data is excellent," the girl said happily.

Seeing this, Lin Mo waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's really not my fault!"

"No, it's your problem! Out of the six of us, only I succeeded, and after I succeeded, the machine malfunctioned again. We took turns trying, but it didn't work!" the girl said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo took a step back: "So."

Ten minutes later, everyone cheered as they watched the machine start up smoothly again.

"Come on, have you recorded everything?" the girl called out.

One of the students held up his phone and nodded: "Don't worry, it's all recorded. Stand 65 centimeters in front of the device, put your hands together, take a deep breath, and bow three times."

"I'll try, I'll try!" a boy quickly said.

Soon, everyone became frustrated again, and finally they discovered that only Lin Mobai could use this machine.

But Lin Mo wasn't from their school, so he couldn't possibly be here all the time. Then, this group of people with mental issues printed out a photo of him with his hands clasped together, asked him to sign his name, and then put the photo on the machine.

Sure enough, this time the machine worked successfully.

At this moment, Lin Mo didn't know whether it was his "Great Joy of the Machine Soul" skill that was working or whether these people had found a bug.

From this point on, the laboratory added another rule: the photos on machine number 7 could not be removed, and they had to be offered sacrifices regularly, including the step of bowing three times.

Lin Mo felt uneasy watching from the sidelines, because his photo would probably be enshrined in this laboratory in the future.

Sure enough, the end of science is metaphysics.

(End of this chapter)