CHAPTER 540: CHAPTER 524: HEAVEN KNOWS, EARTH KNOWS

The atmosphere on campus seems tense.

Whether students or teachers, everyone is in a hurry, and they all have heavy hearts.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hadn’t arrived at her dormitory before someone stopped her.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao, hello, I’m Jia Zuo, a clinical professor! Come to the office with me for a moment! I have something to discuss with you."

A middle-aged man stopped Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Five minutes later.

Jia Zuo’s office.

Jiang Xiaoxiao is sitting in a chair, and the Professor Jia in front of her seems somewhat off, his demeanor a bit cautious?

She’s a student, and Jia Zuo is a professor, yet he’s cautious around her?

What is this professor afraid of?

Afraid of her?

Does she look terrifying?

No, it can’t be.

"Professor Jia, why did you want to see me?"

Everything seems strange, the school has changed, why have the teachers also changed?

What happened?

Jia Zuo struggled to muster a kind smile and tried to organize what he needed to say.

"Jiang, here’s the thing, Professor Song is hospitalized, and I’ll be taking over as your academic advisor. I hope you can submit an academic paper to me within a week..."

Jiang Xiaoxiao stood up abruptly, "Professor Song is hospitalized? What illness?"

That’s her uncle.

How did she not know this?

Right, she was in the lab, oblivious to the outside world.

Jia Zuo gestured for Jiang Xiaoxiao to sit down.

"Don’t worry, Professor Song was attacked, but he’s now stable and fine."

Jiang Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he’s fine.

"As long as he’s fine. Professor Jia, I’ll submit the paper to you in a week. I need to go check on him now."

Jia Zuo nodded.

He watched Jiang Xiaoxiao hastily leave and then glanced at the office door across the hall.

The memory of that day surged forward.

He didn’t do it on purpose; it’s not all Song Qingyun’s fault. Stubbornly set in his ways like before, completely unaware of compromise, he never intended to go against Song Qingyun so fiercely.

Song Qingyun angrily threatened to expose the matter, demanding responsibility, wanting everyone to know that Jiang Xiaoxiao was actually the Blade.

Even kneeling for mercy was useless; he pointed at his nose, demanding his uncle be held responsible. Without Deputy Dean Jia’s protection, how could he impersonate?

At that moment, Jia Zuo was genuinely terrified that the fight would be heard, and his reputation would be ruined.

And so, driven by malicious intent, he picked up the trophy from the desk, and then Song Qingyun fell to the ground.

His head was oozing blood, and Jia Zuo was horrified, already gone without a trace.

The next day, he heard Song Qingyun had been sent to the hospital and was still alive, and he lived in fear and anxiety.

If Song Qingyun wakes up, not to mention reputation, he’d likely be ruined without redemption.

What would he do?

Jia Zuo considered fleeing, terrified of the police knocking on his door.

Whenever police conducted investigations in the office across the hall, he hid behind the door.

Peeking through the crack, observing everything, fearful that they’d knock on his door.

Such a moment would be the sounding of his death knell.

But soon good news arrived: Song Qingyun had become a vegetable, and this was tremendous news.

He’s not dead, but he’ll never wake up in his lifetime.

Finally, he found peace of mind and could finally consider what to do about the matter.

Song Qingyun became a vegetable, never to wake again, no one would know what he’d done.

Heaven knows, Earth knows, he knows, and Song Qingyun knows.

For the rest of the matters, he continued to deceive those above and below, he was the Blade, and no one knew that the papers were Jiang Xiaoxiao’s. He formally applied to be Jiang Xiaoxiao’s advisor so that all her papers would be in his pocket.

In the future, not only could he become a professor, but he might even replace his uncle as deputy dean, perhaps even dean.

He would ascend smoothly.

Thinking of this, Jia Zuo’s once fearful heart finally settled.

He could actually have such a day.

Fate indeed.

Only then could they meet today. He’s determined to keep Jiang Xiaoxiao firmly in his grasp; she’s his lifeline. As long as Jiang Xiaoxiao is there, his professional knowledge will always be at its peak.

No one dare say he lacks real talent or ability.

Song Qingyun has helped him immensely, once believing he’d killed someone, living in constant anxiety.

But now Song Qingyun isn’t dead, and he thinks it’s the best outcome.

Becoming a vegetable, no one can know the truth.

With it, he can cover the sky!

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly arrived at the hospital, seeing Song Qingyun in the ward.

Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song were both unwell, lying in the adjacent room.

Exhausted by worry, the two elderly couldn’t bear the distress and finally laid down.

Doctors confirmed Song Qingyun has become a vegetable.

Lying there like a living dead, unaware of the outside world, oblivious to what everyone is saying or doing.

His wife Qiao Hui was the one beside him.

Qiao Hui was holding a towel, wiping her husband’s body. Doctors said that although he’s a vegetable, perhaps one day he could wake up. With medical advancement, no one can say for sure that a vegetable will sleep forever.

After all, there have been cases abroad where vegetative patients suddenly woke up after one or two years.

For the possibility of his future awakening, family should prepare everything, not only handling his hygiene but also helping with muscle massages, lest his muscles atrophy, and unable to walk even if he wakes up.

Qiao Hui hates the assailant; why do this to Qingyun?

Qingyun was such a good person.

Smart, humorous, loyal, reliable.

Police said it was committed by someone familiar; who could be so heartless as to harm Qingyun? Qingyun was such a good person; it’s impossible someone would have a grudge against him.

When Jiang Xiaoxiao arrived, Qiao Hui was shedding tears.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao, she hurriedly wiped her tears.

"Xiao Xiao, you’re here!"

These days, following consultations with experts from various places, no one has a treatment for Song Qingyun’s condition—a vegetative state is a medical mystery with no cure.

Doctors advised to have family speak to him about familiar matters, his favorite things, stimulating his nerves, seeing if he could wake up sooner.

Gradually, family and friends have come to visit Song Qingyun.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao hadn’t appeared.

Though Song Moting said Jiang Xiaoxiao was experimenting, Qiao Hui felt somewhat resentful; after all, this is family, even if there’s something big, shouldn’t she first see her uncle?

Of course, Qiao Hui still had a bit of selfishness.

She thought of Jiang Xiaoxiao’s ancestral secret recipes, believing that if they could save the old man from such dire conditions, in Qingyun’s case, at least his vital signs showed no issues.

She hoped for Jiang Xiaoxiao to bring surprise, hoping for a turn of events.

Now that Jiang Xiaoxiao has finally appeared.

Qiao Hui couldn’t help but be excited.