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"Okay, Teacher Lin, I'll go first thing tomorrow morning!" Qiao Xinxin replied obediently.

Lin Zhengping walked to the door, and as soon as he opened it, a gust of cold wind rushed in. He seemed to suddenly remember something, turned back, and looked at her with a slight frown:

"By the way, Xin Xin, you should find someone to take over your job as the bathhouse manager as soon as possible. It's not that I think the job is bad, but if you want to seriously learn a skill, you need to concentrate. You're busy at the shop during the day, and you have to stay here until midnight at night. Where do you find the time to close your eyes and read books and think about prescriptions? Your body can't handle it."

Qiao Xinxin knew that her teacher was concerned about her, and felt a warm glow in her heart. She quickly nodded.

"Teacher Lin, you're right. I'll talk to Wang, the logistics officer, as soon as possible and ask them to hire a new person quickly."

"Okay, just keep that in mind. Go back inside, it's cold outside. I'm going back now."

Lin Zhengping waved to her, tightened the collar of his Zhongshan suit, and disappeared into the night.

The wooden door creaked shut, completely shutting out the cold wind from outside.

The small management room returned to silence, with only the occasional crackling sound of coal in the stove.

Qiao Xinxin sat in the chair, holding the glass of water that had cooled down a bit, her mind still reeling from a dream.

The head of the military medical department personally took her under his wing!

She looked down at her small, fair hands. Lin Zhengping had just said that these hands of hers should be used to save the lives of hundreds or even thousands of soldiers.

These words struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

Previously, she only wanted her parents to open a small restaurant to earn some money so that her parents and brother could live a better life. Later, when she created the hemostatic powder, it was mostly to help Bai Zhengyuan treat his injuries and incidentally earn some royalties.

But now, looking at the soldiers who bled and sacrificed their lives on the border, and at Lin Zhengping's eyes full of expectation and enthusiasm, the sense of mission that belonged to a transmigrator in her heart was finally completely awakened.

"It's time to lay a solid foundation."

Qiao Xinxin muttered to herself. She did indeed possess a spatial ability and ancient prescriptions, but those were ultimately "cheat codes." Only by truly mastering modern medical theory could she rationally modify those ancient prescriptions and openly use them to save lives.

The next morning, before the winter sun had fully risen, the sky was tinged with a faint bluish-gray.

Qiao Xinxin got up early, ate some hot cabbage and vermicelli buns steamed by her mother, and then went straight out of the family compound.

Instead of going to Bai's small restaurant first, she turned a corner and jogged all the way to the logistics management office.

At this time, the logistics department has just opened.

Qiao Xinxin pushed open the office door and immediately saw Wang, the staff member in charge of arranging the bathhouse staff, sitting behind his desk.

Wang, the clerk, was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She had a perm that was very popular in those days, and she was wearing a dark blue work gown. She was holding a large enamel mug and blowing hot water into it. Next to her was a stack of employee rosters that had not yet been sorted.

"Good morning, Officer Wang," Qiao Xinxin greeted politely.

When Officer Wang looked up and saw it was Qiao Xinxin, he immediately smiled and put down the jar he was holding.

"Oh, it's Xin Xin! What brings you here so early this morning? Were you cold last night while on duty? I was just saying I'd have someone deliver two loads of new coal to your bathhouse today."

Qiao Xinxin nervously fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, walked to the desk, and said with a hint of guilt:

"Officer Wang, I'm so sorry, I came here today... to resign from my job as the bathhouse manager."

"What?"

Wang, the clerk, was startled, and the teacup she had just brought to her lips abruptly stopped. She pushed up her reading glasses and looked at Qiao Xinxin with some surprise:

"What's wrong, Comrade Qiao? You were doing so well, why did you suddenly quit? Did you run into some difficulties? If you think it's too cold at night, or if something happens at home, just tell me, and I'll arrange a different shift for you!"

Seeing Wang's anxious and concerned expression, Qiao Xinxin felt a warmth in her heart. She quickly pulled out the wooden chair opposite her desk and sat down, placing her hands properly on her knees. She softly comforted him:

"Officer Wang, please don't be anxious. Sit down and let me explain slowly. It's not that there's anything wrong at work, nor is it a family matter; it's something else entirely."

Seeing that she looked calm and didn't seem to have been wronged, Wang breathed a sigh of relief, sat back down in his chair, took a sip of his tea, and raised his eyebrows curiously: "Oh? What happened? You little rascal, tell your big sister quickly, why are you keeping me in suspense?"

Qiao Xinxin pursed her lips somewhat shyly, lowered her voice, and briefly explained the whole story:

"Here's the thing, a while ago I used a family recipe to make a hemostatic powder and sent it to the General Hospital of the Military Region for testing. The results were quite good, and they adopted it. Last night, Minister Lin Zhengping of the Medical Department came to the bathhouse to see me personally. He said that my shifts here were taking up too much of my time and that he wanted to take me on as a student so that I could focus on drug research and development under his guidance. So, Minister Lin told me to hand over my work at the bathhouse as soon as possible so that I could focus on reporting to the Medical Department."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

The sip of hot water that Officer Wang had just taken a sip of sprayed out most of it, and she coughed violently. Ignoring the dirty water from her mouth, she slammed the enamel mug onto the table with a loud clang.

She pushed up her reading glasses, her eyes wide open, and she stood there dumbfounded for a full two seconds, as if struck by lightning.

"Who...who did you just say? Who wants to take you as a student?"

Qiao Xinxin was startled by her intense reaction, shrank her neck, and obediently replied, "Minister Lin Zhengping is the same Teacher Lin from the military medical department."

"Oh my goodness!"

Wang, the clerk, slapped her thigh and jumped up from her chair, so forcefully that the desk shook. Her face flushed red, and her voice rose an octave with excitement:

"Minister Lin?! He's one of the top pillars in our entire military region's medical system! Even our logistics director has to respectfully address him as 'Old Chief.' He's incredibly strict and rigid; countless top graduates from prestigious universities want to work for him, but he won't even glance at them. Yet, he actually went to a public bathhouse in the middle of the night to offer to take you on as his closed-door disciple?!"

Qiao Xinxin blushed slightly at Wang's exaggerated expression and twisted her fingers shyly.

"Officer Wang, please don't praise me like that. I was just lucky; the prescription just happened to work."