Chapter 2984

"Okay, thank you, Auntie." Yan Xiwan’s sweet words made everyone smile.

Mrs. Ouyang went to the kitchen with a smile.

Mr. Ouyang invited Ouyang Tianyun and Yan Xiwan to sit in the study for a while and have some tea.

"This is the new tea sent this year. You should try it," Mr. Ouyang said, taking out the tea leaves.

Ouyang Tianyun stood up to take the leaves. "I’ll brew it."

Mr. Ouyang didn’t insist and sat down. Ouyang Tianyun took out the tea set from a nearby cabinet and began brewing the tea methodically. "Actually, my brewing skills aren’t as good as Guai Guai’s."

Yan Xiwan laughed. "If you want to drink tea I brew, it’s easy. I’ll make it for you tomorrow. But for the past year and a half, we’ve only drunk plain water. I haven’t brewed tea in so long, so my skills might be rusty."

"How could that be?" Ouyang Tianyun said. "You’ll get the feel back after brewing just one or two pots. Once you’ve learned something, it’s in your bones. It’s not easy to forget."

As he spoke, Ouyang Tianyun finished brewing the tea and served it to Mr. Ouyang and Yan Xiwan.

Yan Xiwan took a sip and nodded slightly. "It’s fragrant. Good tea."

Mr. Ouyang smiled and then asked, "You’ll probably have some time off after coming back this time, right?"

"Yes," Ouyang Tianyun nodded. "We were given a one-month leave."

Mr. Ouyang nodded. "Since you’re back, you should rest and recover well. Coming from the front lines to the rear can cause some aftereffects if not handled carefully. So, be careful during this month."

"Dad, don’t worry. Guai Guai is a true divine doctor. She anticipated this situation long ago," Ouyang Tianyun said.

Hearing Ouyang Tianyun’s proud tone, Mr. Ouyang laughed. "For over a year, the name I’ve heard most is Xiwan’s. People call her the 'Frontline Saintly Hand Divine Doctor.'"

Yan Xiwan laughed. "What a messy nickname."

Mr. Ouyang turned serious. "It’s not a messy nickname. It’s recognition. I heard that everyone who went through your hands survived. Is that true?"

Yan Xiwan nodded. "That part is true. I’m a doctor. I can’t just watch them die. So on the front lines, I did my best to keep them alive."

Mr. Ouyang nodded with relief. "That mindset is excellent. That’s exactly why people gave you that title. Some even call you 'Saintly Hand Yanluo.'"

"(⊙o⊙)…" Yan Xiwan couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. "It sounds more and more exaggerated."

"It’s mainly because every surgery you performed was successful. That’s why you have such honor," Mr. Ouyang said. "I received news a few days ago that they want to invite you to consult at the First Hospital."

Yan Xiwan raised her eyebrows slightly. "Full-time consulting is unlikely. I still have research projects."

"I know it’s impossible, so your master and teachers stepped in to decline on your behalf," Mr. Ouyang said. "But they also said that if there are special surgeries, they can invite you to be the lead surgeon."

Yan Xiwan nodded. "That’s acceptable."

Hearing this, Ouyang Tianyun said, "That’s good too. You can continue researching the projects you want."

Yan Xiwan hummed. "Do you think I should apply for a dedicated laboratory?"

"You can apply," Ouyang Tianyun said. "And with your current reputation, it will be very easy. However, I think the Capital Medical University might still want you to supervise graduate students."

Yan Xiwan patted her forehead upon hearing this. "If you hadn’t mentioned it, I almost forgot. I promised the principal to take students."

"So I suggest you apply for a dedicated lab at the school for daily use. You can work on smaller projects there and supervise students at the same time," Ouyang Tianyun advised.

Yan Xiwan hummed. "That’s a very good suggestion. Let’s do it."

Mr. Ouyang then said, "In that case, I’ll reply to the higher-ups as you said today. That way, no one will bother you again."

Yan Xiwan nodded. "Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Ouyang."

Mr. Ouyang waved his hand, looking slightly dissatisfied. "We’re family. Why use such formal words?"

The next day after Yan Xiwan returned, she went to see Old Yuan and Principal Feng with Ouyang Tianyun. Then, she went to see the principal to confirm the matter of supervising students.

The principal smiled broadly when he saw Yan Xiwan. "I knew you were coming, so I prepared everything for you."

She handed two stacks of documents to Yan Xiwan. "The two students you selected last time signed up for the front line because of the shortage of personnel. They should be back in half a month. We will grant them graduation directly and arrange for them to work at the First Hospital."

Yan Xiwan raised her eyebrows. "They won’t take the graduate entrance exam?"

"I will ask for their opinions. If they still want to take the exam, I will recommend them to you later. After all, those who have been to the front line should be prioritized. However, I think it’s more likely they won’t take the exam. After all, they haven’t touched textbooks for over a year. Although their internship experience has increased, their textbook knowledge is lacking."

The principal sighed. "Our exams require both experience and textbook knowledge."

Yan Xiwan hummed. "Alright, you decide on this matter. I’ll take these two stacks of documents with me first."

"One stack is for Western medicine students, and the other is for Traditional Chinese Medicine students. Since you said last time that you practice both Western and Chinese medicine, I naturally assigned both types of students to you."

The principal spread his hands.

Yan Xiwan glanced at the principal. "Alright. I’ll have to try supervising them anyway. But let me say this upfront: I’ve never supervised students before. If I do a bad job, don’t blame me."

"Don’t worry. I have full confidence in you," the principal said confidently.

"Hehe. I have no confidence in myself," Yan Xiwan said directly. "If I treat a patient, I’m confident I can cure them. But supervising students? It’s like a bride riding in a sedan chair for the first time. I can only try."

"It’s fine. If it really doesn’t work out, we’ll think of other ways," the principal said, thinking it made sense.

After all, these were graduate students. At this level, they were all talents. If Yan Xiwan couldn’t supervise them, they would naturally change their advisors to avoid delaying their progress.

Yan Xiwan knew this, which is why she clarified things in advance.

After talking with the principal, Yan Xiwan felt relieved. Since she was at ease, she didn’t bring up the issue again and instead asked about the situation of Pan Hongmei and the other two.

"By the way, when I left for the front line, the other roommates in Dormitory 207 all said they wanted to apply to go to the front line too. Did they go?" Yan Xiwan asked.