Nandu Medical University, President's Office.
Su Qingyun had been sitting at his desk for twenty minutes, with the summary of Yang Ping's nomination materials spread out in front of him.
This was not his usual practice. As a university president and an academician of the China Academy of Engineering, his schedule was precise to the quarter hour, never delaying paperwork, never late for meetings. But at this moment, he made an exception.
Looking at these materials, he recalled the first meeting with Yang Ping. A few years ago, he had taken Su Nanchen to Sanbo Hospital for a consultation.
Su Qingyun remembered clearly. That young man was sitting in the most inconspicuous corner of the meeting table, wearing a slightly old dark blue shirt under his white gown, his sleeves rolled up neatly. His speech caught Su Qingyun's attention.
He didn't expect that this young man would later become his son-in-law.
