Nathalie Quinlan didn’t mind, only that from the corner of her eye she seed to catch a slightly familiar figure.
The girl was wearing an Ayana dress, with a small jacket over it, looking nothing like the poor background she had at the start of the school term.
She took only a glance and retracted her line of sight, not really caring about the other person’s change in appearance, just feeling a bit odd.
Do students from the Chinese dicine departnt also help other departnts move things?
She just thought about it for a mont, didn’t stop her steps, and walked out of the office boldly, editing a ssage quickly with one hand and sent out a prescription.
*
Orlais.
Inside a certain dical research institute.
A white-bearded old man was pouring liquid from a chemical test tube into a container, and as soon as the blue liquid touched the powder in the container, it triggered a chemical reaction and emitted a puff of white smoke.
"Oh dear." The white smoke drifted onto the old man’s face, making him yell loudly, and his wrinkled old face imdiately swelled up like a big pig’s head.
He coughed while covering his mouth and ran to the side: "Sobody co quickly!"
"Dean!"
A blonde-haired blue-eyed man rushed in, seeing the terrible scene in the laboratory, he seed accustod to it, skillfully putting on gloves to pour the chemical from the container bottle into the waste water treatnt tank, then hurriedly activated the lab’s exhaust system to extract the toxic air and replace it with fresh air.
After doing all this, he took off his mask and gloves, looking helplessly at the pitiful sight of the old man in the corner, and said in not-so-fluent English: "Dean, why didn’t you wear the protective shield again?"
The old man looked utterly miserable and didn’t speak.
The blonde-haired blue-eyed man, seeing his reaction, said helplessly: "I’ve told you many tis, always rember to wear a protective shield and gloves before doing experints, just in case."
"How was I supposed to know I should use less of that reagent." The white-haired old man was righteously defensive when chided by his student: "I just dripped 10CC lightly and it exploded..."
His student looked at his pig-headed face with an expression not ashad but proud, and was at a loss for words.
He knew his teacher’s personality and simply changed the topic: "By the way, Dean, Professor Carloska ca looking for you, and he brought his own student, saying he wants to consult with you."
The old man, unbothered, returned to the lab bench and waved his hand dismissively without looking up: "No ti, not seeing him."
The blonde-haired blue-eyed man was speechless: ...
Master Carloska, whatever, is a mber of the dical Association and one of the honorary chairpersons, well known in the dical field.
People co seeking a eting, and our dean says he won’t see them just like that.
However... the blonde-haired blue-eyed man didn’t think much of it, the dical Association might be impressive, but there’s always soone better, a sky beyond the sky.
Our reagent research institute is way more impressive than the dical Association.
The International dical Association, put nicely, is a big organization, not like our small-scale troubles, but frankly, those field experts just have titles in the association.
Unlike our institute, where the top dical experts are actually conducting research here.
Our reagent research institute holds the world’s cutting-edge dical achievents, strength and connections that the dical Association can’t compare to.
Anyone from our research institute goes outside, and who isn’t a lofty master figure.
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