"What? Say that again, what do you want to do?"
The next day, in the office of the director of the Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt at Yuntai University dical College.
Yao Jianshu, the director of the Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt, furrowed his brows as he looked at Ye Fei standing before him, holding an application form in his hand.
"I want to transfer to the dical College," Ye Fei said flatly.
Transfer to the dical College?
This ti, Yao Jianshu finally realized Ye Fei wasn’t joking, but then he himself felt this was an absurd joke!
From the application form, it was clear that Ye Fei was already a senior and only a year away from graduation. Transferring to the dical College now—what could it achieve besides lowering the overall standard of the dical college?
You must know, for the past few days, the dical College had been trying to secure a national-level expert to visit them. If soone like Ye Fei, who had never studied dicine, transferred in and encountered this expert, wouldn’t it backfire on the college?
Moreover, upon seeing the "farr" occupation noted under Ye Fei’s parents’ section, Yao Jianshu smirked disdainfully and said, "Although we’re all part of Yuntai University, not just anyone can transfer into the dical College. You can leave now."
With that, Yao Jianshu ignored Ye Fei and began fiddling with the computer in front of him.
Ye Fei frowned as he watched Yao Jianshu’s reaction.
Originally, he thought transferring between colleges within Yuntai University wouldn’t be difficult, which was why he applied in person.
Otherwise, given his current status, if he rely said a word, the professors at the dical College would practically beg him to transfer.
But who would have thought that he’d be rejected here by Yao Jianshu!
So Ye Fei said directly, "Director Yao, the university regulations state that as long as the transfer application and fee are submitted, one can change their major. This rule hasn’t changed, right?"
Hearing this, Yao Jianshu’s face darkened.
The rule was indeed there, but what ordinary student would dare talk to him like this?
Hence, he sneered coldly, "The transfer fees for our dical College are very high. Can you afford it?"
"How much?" Ye Fei asked.
"Fifty thousand!" Yao Jianshu smirked.
Fifty thousand?
Ye Fei frowned once again upon hearing this.
Transfer fees are not ant to be like admission sponsorship fees—they usually range from several hundred to a few thousand. Where does it go as high as tens of thousands?
It was obvious that Yao Jianshu was deliberately making things difficult for him!
However, Ye Fei’s purpose in transferring to the dical College was to access certain dical texts that were only available to dical College students. He needed these texts to understand human ridians and anatomy to deduce the optimal thod for cultivating the Soul-controlling Technique.
For Ye Fei, this was an urgent matter!
If he clashed with Yao Jianshu further, the delay could cost him valuable ti.
Besides, given his current assets, fifty thousand was nothing.
So Ye Fei imdiately took out his phone and asked, "What’s the dical College’s transfer fee account?"
Yao Jianshu was stunned.
Could this kid really afford fifty thousand?
But since he had already nad the price, Yao Jianshu reluctantly provided the account details.
Within seconds, Ye Fei held up his phone, showing a successful paynt screen to Yao Jianshu.
"Can I transfer now?" Ye Fei asked indifferently.
"Of course, of course!"
Seeing the fifty thousand arrive in the account, Yao Jianshu imdiately smiled and said, "I didn’t expect Ye was so well-prepared. However, you’re already a senior and have never studied dicine before. Transferring into our college will co with so challenges..."
Ye Fei’s face turned impatient upon hearing this.
Who was he?
The influential Mr. Ye of Binjiang, a high-ranking Middle-stage Foundation Establishnt Cultivator.
Now that he had paid the transfer fee, if Yao Jianshu dared to block him further, Ye Fei wouldn’t hesitate to use so "special ans."
But before Ye Fei could act, Yao Jianshu continued, "How about this? I’ll give you three weeks. Go to our dical College library and self-study the content from the first three years. If you can et our academic standards, you can officially transfer. What do you think?"
Three weeks to master what others took three years to learn—a clearly impossible task!
In this way, Yao Jianshu not only got the money but also had a legitimate reason to block Ye Fei—a win-win.
What Yao Jianshu didn’t know was that, as a Foundation Establishnt Stage Cultivator, Ye Fei’s mory was unparalleled by ordinary people.
Forget three weeks; three days might be enough for Ye Fei to grasp everything.
And Ye Fei’s goal in transferring to the dical College was simply to access its exclusive library.
So Ye Fei smiled and asked, "Alright, where’s the library?"
The library?
Truly a stubborn fool!
Seeing Ye Fei agree, Yao Jianshu couldn’t be bothered anymore. As long as Ye Fei quietly stayed in the library for the next few days and avoided the visiting expert, he didn’t care.
As for whether Ye Fei could master three years of knowledge in three weeks, Yao Jianshu didn’t even consider it.
Because it was utterly impossible.
So Yao Jianshu smiled and said, "It seems Ye is indeed passionate about our dical College! Very well, the library is on the third floor of the dical College. Take this note I’ve written and show it to them."
He handed Ye Fei a note and dismissed him.
"The library, huh? Let’s hope it doesn’t disappoint !" Ye Fei said as he walked out the door...
Entering the library.
Ye Fei imdiately dove into every dical text he deed useful and stayed there for three straight days!
This intrigued many dical College students who frequented the library.
Upon learning from the entrance staff that Ye Fei wasn’t even a dical College student but soone transferring in with the goal of mastering three years of content in three weeks...
Their curiosity turned into disdain, with so even sneering at Ye Fei.
But Ye Fei remained completely oblivious to this.
He was utterly imrsed in his own world.
During the day, with others around, he read; at night, when it was silent, he worked on deducing the cultivation thod for the Soul-controlling Technique.
On the fourth day, Ye Fei finally erged from the library, a smile lighting up his face.
"Yuntai’s dical College is indeed worthy of its national reputation. The collection here has helped complete more than half of my deduction. At this rate, I’ll soon be able to officially enhance the cultivation thod for the Soul-controlling Technique!"
With that, Ye Fei set off for ho.
Though, as a Foundation Establishnt Stage Cultivator, he could have stayed in the library for years without issue...
He still felt a bit uncomfortable, so he decided to freshen up at ho and return with a better mindset.
However, as Ye Fei passed by the campus garden, a middle-aged man’s gait caught his attention.
"A Cultivator? Interesting!"
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