A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

As she was about to enter the school gate, Peng Liangpei spotted Chu Xinran waiting at the entrance.

Their previously cheerful expressions immediately turned sour.

Seeing that the little vixen had the audacity to come up to her, she coldly tossed out a sentence to Gu Feng: "I'm too lazy to bother with someone like that. I'll wait for you in the pavilion ahead."

"Don't want to stoop to her level? But you were arguing so fiercely just now?" Gu Feng muttered to himself, but nodded outwardly.

Peng Liangpei grunted at Chu Xinran, who was walking towards her, and walked away without looking back.

"You—" Chu Xinran's steps quickened, and she was about to chase after him and unleash her fury. Seeing that things were going badly, Gu Feng quickly called out to stop her, "Xinran, thank you."

Chu Xinran was taken aback, her steps halted by the sudden "thank you." She couldn't lash out anymore; instead, a blush spread across her face, and her voice softened, "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for asking your father to come and help me out—" Although it was of no use at all. Gu Feng naturally couldn't say the second half of the sentence aloud, and only recited it silently in his heart. Moreover, in his heart, he didn't really feel that he owed her any favor.

He knew this Miss Chu's ways very well. If there weren't vested interests or benefits to be gained, she would never have bothered to step forward and act as a bridge.

In a way, Chu Xinran and Gu Feng do resemble each other.

They don't do things that harm others without benefiting themselves or that are thankless and exhausting; they all have a ruthless determination to achieve their goals; and they both strongly prefer to keep the situation firmly in their own hands.

Unfortunately, Gu Feng doesn't particularly like overly shrewd women.

In his eyes, a woman should be like Su Man'er—clever and shrewd to outsiders, but foolish to the point of naivety when it comes to her own woman.

However, it seems that the old official has not yet figured out one thing: if Chu Xinran has developed the same feelings for him as Su Man'er, this girl can still be very silly and naive in front of him.

"What are you thanking me for? Didn't you help me before? Let's settle this once and for all." Chu Xinran smiled sweetly.

"Alright, let's put aside our past grievances and shake hands to make peace." For the first time ever, Gu Feng took the initiative to extend his hand.

"Okay." Chu Xinran suddenly felt that this man was not as boring as she had originally thought, so she readily reached out her hand and shook hands with him.

Modern people have quite good manners. This way, it's perfectly natural for them to have physical contact with young women of marriageable age. If this were in the Liao Dynasty, they wouldn't even be able to see each other's faces, let alone touch hands.

As Gu Feng held those delicate, smooth hands, his heart couldn't help but flutter.

"Gu Feng, which department and class are you in?" Chu Xinran asked casually, but in her mind, she was quickly calculating how to ask Gu Feng to treat her two uncles' injuries. Although her parents had long since divorced, her uncles were still her uncles.

"I'm not sure which department it is, but I think I'm in the same class as Peng Jingpei," Gu Feng said truthfully.

"It's always the case that those in the right place get the best deal." Such a fine piece of material is probably going to end up benefiting that little bitch. A pang of jealousy welled up in Chu Xinran's heart.

"Xinran," Gu Feng suddenly called out softly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Xinran came back to her senses.

"Has our handshake and reconciliation ceremony been going on for a while now?"

"Ah!" Chu Xinran suddenly realized that she had been tightly holding his hand the whole time. Her face immediately burned, and she pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted. But could she blame herself? She could only blame his hands for being so big and warm that, after holding them for so long, she had completely forgotten that they didn't belong to her.

Gu Feng quite liked this handshake ceremony and didn't care at all whether it could last all day. But he just couldn't stand the strange looks he received from others. Almost everyone who passed by him scrutinized him from head to toe with the eyes of someone appraising a rare object.

"Ring—" The preparatory bell rang urgently. Gu Feng thought to himself that this was probably urging him to go to the classroom, so he hurriedly said to Chu Xinran, "Xinran, I'm going to the classroom now."

Before Chu Xinran could finish saying "wait," Gu Feng had already taken off running, heading off side by side with Peng Liangpei, who was waiting in the pavilion ahead.

Chu Xinran had no choice but to swallow the words that were already on the tip of her tongue and walked towards her classroom with a heavy heart.

In the classroom of Class 2 of Clinical 2000, twenty-eight students were sitting upright. This class was neither as predominantly female nor as predominantly male as other classes, but rather had an equal number of boys and girls.

Such a uniform ratio seems less like fate and more like a deliberate act.

Excellent. This is indeed the work of the beautiful teacher Yan Xinyue.

Yan Xinyue was young, beautiful, and had progressive ideas, so she was naturally not as rigid and outdated as those old academics in medical school. "Men and women working together makes the work easier"—in her eyes, this was a truism.

When Dean Peng entrusted her with the entire task of establishing this experimental class, the beautiful Yan was so smug. She tormented Dean Peng three times in one night, almost sending him to the hospital on the spot. But it was only a matter of time—ha, don't you see, Dean Peng is already lying in the hospital now?

Yan Xinyue's joy wasn't because she could finally be a homeroom teacher and stand out from the crowd. Rather, it was because she finally had the chance to be an examiner and personally select handsome men and beautiful women.

Teacher Yan's standards for selecting students have no limit; there's always something higher. Good character and excellent grades are just the two most basic requirements. Besides these, boys must be tall and handsome, and able to run and jump; girls must be beautiful, have a good figure, and be able to sing and dance. Anyone who doesn't meet these two criteria is rejected outright.

Many people were whispering behind his back, saying that Teacher Yan wasn't just admitting students, he was practically holding a talent show.

So be it, a talent show. If you're not happy, why don't you pick one and see? If you're capable, don't just be envious. Teacher Yan doesn't care about gossip behind people's backs; she just likes to walk her own path, leaving others with nowhere to go in the process.

Of course, the unexpected incident this morning was a complete exception. Even if she were bold, careful, and thick-skinned, just thinking about such an unbearable scene would make her blush and her heart race, so how could she allow anyone to mention it again?

The 00 Clinical (2) class is the first experimental class in the medical school, and it is also the class in Shenzhen University where handsome men and beautiful women gather. It is also the only class in the whole school where the male-female ratio perfectly conforms to the national conditions of monogamy.

To paraphrase what the beautiful Yan said privately to Dean Peng, "I hope that all the boys and girls in our class can develop into couples. After graduation, I hope they can both enter the Municipal People's Hospital and become the most vibrant reserve force of the hospital."

Teacher Yan's ideas were indeed incredibly progressive. While other homeroom teachers were earnestly advising against students dating, she insisted on standing out and unequivocally supporting it. She even went to great lengths to create opportunities for them, organizing dances, picnics, camping trips, and outings every now and then.

The blueprint was incredibly beautiful, but reality was a series of disappointing revelations. Almost all of the students in the class let down Teacher Yan's good intentions.

Thirty students spent every day together, and instead of developing a romantic relationship, they became like oil and water, never speaking to each other again.

The beautiful Yan was completely puzzled, so she asked the boys in her class in a very tactful way, "Why don't you guys make friends with the girls in our class?"

The boys' representative argued confidently: "There are plenty of fish in the sea, why insist on looking in our own class?"

The beautiful Yan then asked, "Do you know why good horses often go hungry?"

Why?

"It's because they always act superior and refuse to go back to their old ways."

The boys were speechless for a moment, their faces showing embarrassment at being choked up, but their attitude remained unchanged: "Brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes. We'd rather continue running around naked than deal with the girls in our class."

Yan, the beautiful girl, had no choice but to ask the other girls in her class, "There are so many handsome guys in our class, are there really none of them who don't meet your standards?"

"Even rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows, let alone the grass around our burrow, which isn't very attractive," a girl muttered indignantly.

"Teacher, it's not that we have high standards, it's just that we really disdain dealing with beasts." Another girl was even more outrageous.

"Brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes? Humph, but we're a brand they can never afford in their entire lives." Another girl's outrageous remark left everyone completely stunned.

The beautiful Yan was utterly speechless. At this point, she didn't even bother to offer any more advice—because, honestly, she felt that what they said seemed to make a lot of sense.