When the doctor’s group arrived at Mingde University in the morning, after arranging staff accommodations, he went to the hospital next to the guesthouse to check equipment.

The resident doctor here was reportedly a famous old professor who had previously been the chief of cardiothoracic surgery at the doctor’s hospital—a nationally renowned figure who had been rehired to oversee this place after retirement. If not for the health examinations requiring many assistants, it wouldn’t have been their hospital’s turn to send people.

The doctor respectfully consulted the old professor on all matters, and the latter was extremely satisfied with his attitude. At noon, with a grand gesture, he arranged for their group to have an excellent lunch at the guesthouse restaurant. After tidying up in the afternoon, they began the health examinations.

Working in the hospital’s busiest and most prestigious cardiothoracic surgery department, the doctor had never actually participated in assignments as a student health examination doctor. But why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut—though using a sledgehammer was also fine. The doctor quickly arranged everything in perfect order. However, when he saw Ye Qianqian chatting happily with the resident old professor, he realized that Ye Qianqian must have known this old professor during her studies. Perhaps her choice to become a surgeon was also for this reason.

Blood drawing and urine testing required fasting, so they were scheduled for early tomorrow morning. The afternoon covered routine examinations. When the doctor had seen these instruments earlier, he was dazzled. What was with eye socket B-ultrasound examinations? Did these teenagers have presbyopia or glaucoma? Was a cerebral blood flow detector necessary? Not to mention cardiac color ultrasound, bone density… The doctor recalled the massive device he’d seen in one examination room. If he wasn’t mistaken, that quietly placed machine was a positron emission tomography-computed tomography scanner, or PET-CT! He couldn’t help but shudder. This was a miraculous device that could detect malignant tumors in the human body early! Only about a hundred existed nationwide! Worth at least eight figures! Expensive beyond words!

Equipment completely matching super first-class hospitals! And it was free! No registration or queuing required!

Thinking about it was mind-boggling…

Of course, this was also a Mingde University benefit. Due to absolute privacy, many alumni would come to Mingde University for health checks on this day, though many wouldn’t waste a night here and would arrive the same morning. So the attendees were all second-year students and first-year freshmen reporting for the first time.

Having seen that miraculous PET-CT device, the doctor wasn’t surprised by the instrument before him that could automatically perform full holographic body scans including basic data like height, weight, and measurements just by having someone stand on it. The entire examination process used no paper forms—everything was electronic. All instruments had recording devices in front; students just needed to scan their ID cards to automatically record data to computers.

The more the doctor watched, the more he felt they had nothing to do, coming here mostly to maintain order. But this school only had forty students—what order needed maintaining! Moreover, these students were either academic achievers or wealthy heirs with extremely high standards. Second-year students were clearly in front, with first-year students lined up behind.

However, the bored doctor counted the people and found only 39 no matter how he counted. Upon inquiry, he learned that one freshman’s flight was delayed, so they would arrive tomorrow morning for their examination.

“Actually, we might see quite a few celebrities tomorrow!” Seeing the doctor was truly bored, Ye Qianqian came over to gossip. She was responsible for the blood glucose detector next door, which only required students to extend a finger and press it on the needle to extract a drop of blood for glucose testing. This machine even automatically changed needles, so like the doctor, she was just standing and watching. This blood glucose test wasn’t just today—this was the two-hour post-meal reading, and they’d test again tomorrow morning. Comparing the two readings would comprehensively assess each person’s blood glucose situation.

“Not interested in celebrities,” the doctor said dismissively. What use were celebrities? After years at the hospital, he’d seen various notable figures. No one’s success fell from the sky—they were all exceptionally driven, lived completely irregular lives, and were constantly under enormous pressure. Facing illness, they could only spend more money for higher-grade instruments and medications. But this was money they’d earned by overdrawing their lives. Lucky ones could continue living; unlucky ones had to accept fate. Whether it was worthwhile was really unclear.

No one could stop Death’s scythe from falling.

Ye Qianqian’s eyebrows twitched as she decided to change the subject, pointing at the holographic scanner in front of the doctor: “Actually, this instrument records data to make clothes for students. Not just freshmen—second-year students get new complete uniforms for the new year due to changes in height, weight, and body shape.”

“Complete sets?” The doctor blinked, feeling this “complete” wasn’t what he conceptually understood.

“Yes, spring, summer, fall, and winter uniforms divided by season, including zhongshan suits, hanfu, riding attire, swimwear, evening gowns… even matching shoes in dozens of pairs, plus hats, bags, jewelry, accessories…” Ye Qianqian seemed to recall her days at Mingde University, her beautiful eyes lighting up. No woman could resist clothes, jewelry, and gems.

The doctor recalled his school days’ tracksuit uniforms and silently felt envious, jealous, and resentful.

Ye Qianqian also felt she’d said the wrong thing after showing off, annoying herself by tapping her head, feeling her interpersonal communication skills were negative.

They just watched the health examinations of thirty-nine students with heavy hearts, completing this examination room’s function. Seeing the last student leave, the doctor curiously stood on the holographic instrument to check his own body data. Well, had he gained some weight recently?

“Senior, test your blood glucose too while you’re at it.” Ye Qianqian smiled, pulling the doctor’s wrist to the blood glucose detector without explanation.

This fingertip blood draw was like a bug bite—the doctor didn’t mind, instead looking at the screen data while touching his stomach. He’d eaten too much at lunch—his blood glucose was slightly high. “Ye Zi, want to test yours too?”

“No need, let’s check other examination rooms since we’re done here.”

“Okay.”

The departing doctor didn’t notice that after the screen flashed, a line of small text suddenly appeared:

Body data and blood collection completed, preparing to begin production…

After dinner, Tang Yuan stayed in his room with an iPad reading, though he barely absorbed anything, spending most energy on soothing the restless little white snake.

Later, Tang Yuan realized this little ancestor was probably sensing something strange on Mingde University’s campus and couldn’t resist going out to forage for spiritual energy. But with the rain still falling outside, how could he have an excuse to wander out? Even if the rain stopped, Tang Yuan felt he couldn’t sneak out. Since the Dawn Market incident, the doctor watched him like a criminal.

Just as he was pondering this problem, Tang Yuan suddenly heard movement in the outer living room and quickly threw down his iPad to run out. The doctor, who should have been using his laptop online, had put on his coat and looked like he had business going out.

Tang Yuan blinked his big eyes, saying nothing, just smiling innocently and obediently.

Seeing him like this made the doctor even more uneasy. After staring at Tang Yuan for a moment, he beckoned: “Put on shoes, come with me.”

“Uncle, do you have business? Is bringing me convenient? I’ll stay obediently in the room!” Tang Yuan quickly patted his chest in loyalty.

The more he said this, the less believable it seemed! The doctor said nothing more, directly pulling Tang Yuan’s little leather shoes from the shoe cabinet and using his eyes to signal faster movement.

Tang Yuan slowly put on his shoes while hiding the laughter in his eyes.

Oh yeah! Successfully going out!

Following the umbrella-carrying doctor out of their small courtyard, Tang Yuan saw the lady obviously waiting for them at the courtyard gate. The hidden smile on his face nearly broke as he looked back and forth between Ye Qianqian and the doctor.

“What’s with the weird look?” Afraid Tang Yuan might say something strange, the doctor threateningly pressed the child’s head with his free hand.

Tang Yuan giggled a few times, lowering his voice: “Uncle, didn’t expect your romantic luck was so good! This girl definitely likes you!”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” The doctor felt no embarrassment—actually, he preferred staying away from Ye Qianqian, especially on this rainy night. Some unclear images flashed through his mind, making the doctor inexplicably grateful for bringing Tang Yuan along. At least this way he wouldn’t share an umbrella with Ye Qianqian. The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella made him irritated. He didn’t know when he’d started particularly disliking rainy days—if the rain wasn’t heavy, he wouldn’t use an umbrella.

This absent-minded state lasted quite a while until Ye Qianqian couldn’t help asking directly: “Senior, what’s wrong?”

“Oh… nothing, just feel this scene is somehow familiar.” The doctor unconsciously murmured, a figure flashing through his mind too quickly to grasp, only vaguely seeing a blurry red winding shadow.

“Déjà-vu phenomenon,” Tang Yuan shrugged, speaking fluent French pronunciation and beginning endless commentary. “The so-called ‘already seen feeling’—unfamiliar events or scenes feeling like they’ve been experienced somewhere before. But this is as clichéd as ‘Haven’t we met somewhere before?’ Uncle, your pickup techniques are pretty terrible.”

The doctor’s face darkened, his only thought being to throw this guy back in the room.

Ye Qianqian was somewhat startled by Tang Yuan’s words but still defended the doctor: “This is a common psychological phenomenon, like the opposite of jamais-vu phenomenon. I often experience this too.” Ye Qianqian paused, unable to resist adding: “You understand jamais-vu phenomenon, right?” Her French pronunciation was equally standard.

The doctor wailed internally—he didn’t understand! But he was too embarrassed to ask! He was just an ordinary surgeon with no deep psychological research! No common language with academic achievers! Damn!

Fortunately, the reliable Tang Yuan calmly nodded: “Of course I understand—it’s when familiar things or words suddenly feel completely unfamiliar, unable to recall anything.” Tang Yuan also paused, pursed his little lips, then decided to continue his commentary without restraint: “Actually, healthy brains also experience these two psychological phenomena, but big sister, if you frequently experience both situations, that indicates brain problems.”

The doctor’s eyes had become dead fish eyes. Was it really okay to point at a girl and say her brain had problems? Should he prepare for his junior colleague to pull out a scalpel and dissect them both?

Unexpectedly, Ye Qianqian showed no signs of anger. Instead, her beautiful eyes lit up as she eagerly asked: “Then if I very frequently remember a person or series of scenes? What does that represent?”

“Too few factors—I need more specific detailed information.” Tang Yuan also became serious, firing off a series of careful questions.

If not for the responsibility of holding an umbrella for young master Tang Yuan, the doctor would have turned and left immediately. Ye Qianqian was good-natured enough to humor this child’s nonsense. But the more the doctor heard their questions and answers, the more serious his expression became, because he surprisingly had every single symptom Ye Qianqian described.

After asking the questions he wanted to understand, Tang Yuan pondered for a long while before slowly saying: “Excluding factors like rich imagination, dreams, episodic memory, unconscious memory, visual illusions, visual memory, etc., big sister, I think there’s one very possible reason for your situation.”

“What reason?” Perhaps because Tang Yuan used a childish voice to speak such serious words, Ye Qianqian unconsciously took it seriously, dropping her constant smile.

The doctor also held his breath.

“Your brain has blocked certain memories for some reason.” Tang Yuan spread his hands. “I suggest you find a professional psychologist for hypnosis, really.”

The doctor rolled his eyes, feeling too naive for believing Tang Yuan for even a second.

But Ye Qianqian’s expression didn’t lighten, becoming thoughtful instead.