Chapter 345 - It’s Not About Quantity
Chapter 345: It’s Not About Quantity
Huo Chenhuan looked at his wife’s flushed face and felt a little regretful, but he could not continue teasing her.
Otherwise, if she were to blow her top, he would be the one to suffer.
“The perineal acupoint that you mentioned earlier, will you also need to access it to treat me?”
Su Yayan’s body stiffened, and she flew into a rage. “So what if I do? Are you afraid now?”
Huo Chenhuan’s eyes lit up. “Will it be tonight?”
Su Yayan was speechless. What was going on? Wasn’t this guy afraid of needles before? Why did he suddenly change?
Just as Su Yayan was at a loss as to how to deal with Huo Chenhuan’s pressuring, someone’s phone suddenly rang, saving Su Yayan from this awkward situation.
Su Yayan’s eyes lit up and she said happily, “Go ahead and do your own thing. I’ll call Professor Ye.”
Then, without waiting for Huo Chenhuan’s reaction, she ran away.
As Huo Chenhuan watched her leave, a hint of a smile flashed across his eyes. However, when he saw the caller ID on the screen, that smile gradually faded and was replaced by indifference.
Su Yayan hurriedly retreated to a distance that Huo Chenhuan could not see before she heaved a sigh of relief. She was secretly impressed by the drastic change in a man’s behavior before and after marriage. She could not take it anymore.
After calming down, Su Yayan immediately contacted Ye Qiliang.
Ye Qiliang was excited when he received her call. “Miss Su…”
“Professor Ye, just call me Yanyan.”
“Okay, Yanyan.” Ye Qiliang was full of hope, but he was afraid that Su Yayan would be rude. He deliberated for a moment before asking, “You suddenly called me. Is it…”
“I thought about it and felt that what you said earlier is indeed feasible.”
“So…”
“I agree.”
“That’s great, that’s great…”
Su Yayan heard the unconcealed joy in the old man’s voice and felt a little upset.
“But I have some requests.”
“Requests?” Ye Qiliang was stunned for a moment before he quickly said, “Just say your terms, as long as we can do it, we will do our best to do it for you.”
“First of all, my free time is limited. I can only attend classes for two mornings or afternoons a week, and most of this time will be on the weekends.
“No problem.” Ye Qiliang agreed readily. “Our school has classes on weekends. As long as you’re willing to come, we’ll arrange it according to your free time. We won’t make things difficult for you.”
In Ye Qiliang’s opinion, Su Yayan’s willingness to sacrifice her weekend to teach them was already a huge advantage for them. How would he dare to object?
“Then there’s the question of who to choose. I hope that your school can help me select some students with good character who are interested in Chinese medicine. Results are not the most important thing. Compared to that, I value character more. I don’t want the students who come to learn this to come because of their curiosity and the uniqueness of the field. If that’s the case, I don’t think they will be able to learn anything.”
Ye Qiliang’s thoughts coincided with Su Yayan’s. This subject was originally unpopular and rare. If a group of students who were not interested in it, came to learn it just to slack off and graduate, Ye Qiliang felt that it was a waste.
“You don’t have to worry about that. Our school will select the students who are really passionate about this subject and are willing to learn. It’s not about quantity, but quality.”