"Xiaochen."
Ma Guotao called out, and his secretary, Chen Qiang, immediately squeezed in from the outer office.
"Go and ask Zhao Yuan to come here. And be polite, understand?"
"Yes, sir." Chen Qiang nodded in agreement.
In truth, even if Ma Guotao hadn't added that last part, he would have been exceedingly polite to Zhao Yuan. 'It's no joke,' he thought. 'With so many teachers and experts willing to stick their necks out for Zhao Yuan, how could someone like me dare to offend him?'
Yu Ke reminded him, "Zhao Yuan should be in his Medical Ancient Texts class right now. You'll find him over at the academic building."
"Okay." After thanking Yu Ke for the helpful tip, Chen Qiang pushed his way out of the crowd and hurried toward the academic building to find Zhao Yuan.
Just then, a series of shocked gasps erupted from the crowd outside the president's office.
Ma Guotao's brows shot up. He demanded, "What's all that noise out there?"
