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  It was utterly quiet in the study as Fei Luo stared blankly at Gu Mang. The latter didn’t say anything. She merely put down her cup of water and leaned forward slightly to tidy the books that were all over the coffee table.

  “Don’t touch them,” Fei Luo blurted.

  Remaining still, Gu Mang looked up and calmly met his gaze.

  Fei Luo’s status in the medical community was really high. To be able to climb to his current position, he had seen and handled all sorts of matters, big and small. This was probably the first time in twenty-odd years that he felt so out of control. He tried his best to keep his cool as he looked at Gu Mang and explained, “Just leave them be. The messy table helps show the environment you study in.”


  “You sure about that?” Gu Mang raised an eyebrow. She didn’t really like things being too messy.

  Fei Luo gave a firm nod of his head. “Yes, that will do! It’s perfect!”


  Since Gu Mang had promised to do an exclusive interview with him, she would naturally try her best to cooperate with him. Hence, she put the books and documents back down on the table. “Alright, take a seat.”


  Feeling a little tense, Fei Luo stiffly sat back down.

  Upon noticing that his cup was empty, Gu Mang refilled it with water before leaning back against her seat again. “Shall we start now?”


  Fei Luo fell silent. When he realized that his mind was still in a jumbled mess, he said frankly to her, “Could you give me a minute to calm myself down first?”


  “Sure.” Gu Mang then picked up her phone and scrolled through her messages, picking up the important ones to reply to.

  Fei Luo did some deep breathing exercises in the meantime. Once the minute was up, he straightened his back and said, “We can start now.”


  In this interview, Gu Mang’s identity was the TCM experimental class’s chief professor, so the questions naturally revolved around the purpose and significance of the TCM experimental class.

  Somewhere around one hour into the interview, Lu Qi called them out to have lunch, so the interview was temporarily stopped. It was only after spending another hour in the afternoon on the interview that Fei Luo managed to ask all the questions that he got for Gu Mang.

  Gu Mang’s answers were very succinct and to the point throughout the interview.

  When the interview was over, Fei Luo turned off the camera and the recorder pen before looking at Gu Mang to say, “Now that we’re done with business, shall we do a little catching-up?”


  Gu Mang blinked.?

  Fei Luo took another deep breath. “If you reveal your Miracle Doctor identity, it’ll surely blow up the medical community! Those old fellas might end up being sent to the ER because of shock. In fact, the entire capital will be blown up!”


  Those professors were the treasures of the medical field, and all of them shared a common god in their hearts—the most mysterious medical sage in the world. Regardless of their identities, they would excitedly rush to find out more about the news of the Miracle Doctor each time the latter had some sort of movement. Hence, if they were to know that the Miracle Doctor they had been hoping to meet was just right in the capital and studying in Capital University, not even cold wind would stop them from rushing over to meet Gu Mang.

  Gu Mang’s face was expressionless as she spoke in a rather low voice, “I prefer to have some peace and quiet.”


  Fei Luo nodded. “Well, those old fellas are ardent fans of yours. If they were to know about your Miracle Doctor identity, they’ll surely keep pestering you.”


  It was clear from how casually he spoke about those professors that he was very close to them.

  As Gu Mang and Fei Luo were both bigwigs in the medical field, they had a lot of common topics to talk about. They had their own unique insights on the future development of medicine alone.

  Their chat ended around four in the afternoon, and Fei Luo had managed to get enough information and material for his article, which he intended to write himself. “I’ll send you the photos for you to select for the magazine cover when they’re ready.”


  “Just do as you deem fit.”


  Fei Luo wanted to say something in response, but not a single word managed to come out of his mouth as he looked at Gu Mang’s stunning face.

  Eventually, he said okay and left the place in satisfaction.