The Young Urban Doctor

"Yang Qingyin?" It was only after watching the girl sashay away that Luo Ziling realized the name sounded very familiar.

He quickly recalled having heard that name from Cao Jianhui.

Yang Qingyin was Yan University's most beautiful and prestigious campus belle—that's what Cao Jianhui had said.

On the widely discussed campus beauty ranking list, she held the first place. Not only was she beautiful with a great figure, but she was also talented and artistic, with excellent academic achievements. She was the top scholar of her college entrance examination year, and she came from a good family background. Many boys had set their sights on her, but not a single one had caught her eye.

However, the information Cao Jianhui shared about Yang Qingyin didn't make Luo Ziling connect her to the beautiful girl he'd just met.

Because Cao Jianhui never mentioned Yang Qingyin liked wearing white dresses with a classical charm and enjoyed playing the flute.

But that didn't matter. If Cao Jianhui had told him everything, there wouldn't have been such an indescribable pleasant surprise.

The accidental encounter with Yang Qingyin was so beautiful it instantly made him feel as if life had become more exciting.

Her dress fluttering in the wind, her long hair flying, graceful, yet light. Luo Ziling had always thought the goddess of his dreams looked just like her. He hadn't expected to actually meet such a woman in reality, even more outstanding and intriguing than he had imagined.

He found it impossible to put his current feelings into words, just as he couldn't find the words to describe Yang Qingyin's beauty.

The top place on the campus beauty list truly seemed well-deserved—although he hadn't seen the other beauties, he still felt that way.

But after he saw Yang Qingyin's figure disappear into the twilight, he couldn't help but scorn himself.

According to the scenarios played out in TV shows or movies, there should have been many more scenes to follow, like escorting her home, casually learning more about her on the way, and maybe even holding hands.

And yet, they simply parted ways.

Thinking of this, he felt a bit regretful, thinking he was out of touch and didn't understand the ways of wooing women.

But the regret only lasted a moment. Thinking of Yang Qingyin's dazzling smile like a summer blossom before she left made everything wonderful again.

Luo Ziling didn't wander around aimlessly anymore and leisurely returned to the dorm.

Because of this unexpected encounter, that night Luo Ziling had a beautifully vivid dream.

In high spirits, he didn't find the next day's military training to be tough at all.

The next day's military training was still drill practice.

Actually, every high school had military training at the start of enrollment, so all of these college students had experienced it before. But after three years of high school pressures, laxness in physical training made them forget most of the drill routines.

Buried in books, aiming for higher scores in the college entrance exam, they gave up on physical training, even at the expense of their health. Having finally entered the university gates, they breathed a sigh of relief, only to sadly discover that their physical fitness was not up to par with their age.

Most felt this way; amidst the queue of bespectacled lads and lasses following the instructor through simple yet tedious movements like left and right turns, standing at attention, and at ease, many felt overwhelmed.

Many complained endlessly.

The instructors' training was very strict, with excessive methods of punishment.

A student in the class next door was punished for talking back to an instructor and had to run ten laps around the sports field. Their class's instructor was relatively "merciful," with less extreme forms of punishment. Of course, this was also because their classmates behaved fairly well.

At least no one openly argued with the instructor.

But most were filled with grumbling, hoping the military training would end soon. Only Luo Ziling didn't have a word of complaint.

This kind of low-intensity training was nothing for Luo Ziling.

Moreover, he was in a good mood and full of energy, making every move very standardized.

The stern instructor publicly praised him, and as a result, Luo Ziling further became the object of jealousy among the boys and the focus of attention among the girls.

Even girls from the next class began to notice him.

Finally, the day's training came to an end, and the students, who felt like each day was an eternity, burst into excited howls as soon as the instructor announced the training was over for the day.

"Damn it, military training at Yan University is so tough; there's no chance to slack off. It looks like, by the time the training is over, brother here will have lost all his flab," Cao Jianhui exclaimed as he "plop" collapsed onto his bed once they returned to the dorm room, too lazy to move any further.

Li Fuming and Wu Longjiang exhibited similar behavior, they climbed onto their beds, lamenting incessantly, and kept cursing the instructor's absurdity.

Yesterday, after the training ended, Cao Jianhui merrily ran off to hang out somewhere, the other two guys also energetically scampered all over the place. Today, after the training, they were as wretched as dead dogs.

Luo Ziling couldn't help but taunt them, "See? That's the difference. You guys should learn from me!"

The trio of Cao Jianhui completely ignored Luo Ziling's taunts; they didn't even have the energy to speak.

"That's not losing flab; that's losing weight. When the military training is over, all your fat will be gone, and you might turn into a handsome, dashing, and suave guy," Luo Ziling patted Cao Jianhui's shoulder as he laughed, "You might even get a pleasant surprise."

"You're really speaking the truth," Cao Jianhui struggled up from the bed, but then immediately lay back down, "Brother needs to rest first, sleep a bit. Once I've woken up, let's go out for dinner. I'm dead tired!"

The two guys on the upper bunks just snorted through their noses, indicating their agreement.

Soon, snoring sounds echoed through the dormitory; Cao Jianhui had fallen asleep in seconds.

Luo Ziling didn't lie down to rest; he didn't feel tired at all.

He took a shower in the bathroom and then dressed himself up to look his handsomest. After getting ready, seeing the other three were still sleeping, he didn't wake them and went to the cafeteria for dinner alone.

Because he had taken the time to dress up, Luo Ziling looked very handsome after bathing. When he went to the cafeteria to eat, he accidentally attracted the gazes of many girls. Some girls deliberately came over to chat him up, and there were others who secretly took pictures with their phones.

The shy Luo Ziling didn't dare stay in the cafeteria long; he wolfed down his food and fled as soon as he finished his meal.

After dinner, upon returning to the dorm and seeing the three guys still sleeping soundly, he decided not to disturb them. He picked up the flute he had brought from the Northwest and, after checking his hair and clothes in the mirror, he left the dorm room.

It was around the same time as his stroll the day before; the scenery around Lake Wuming was still beautiful at sunset.

However, Luo Ziling had no interest in the campus scenery under the afterglow of the sunset; he strode towards the small island in the middle of the lake.

Soon, he arrived at the pavilion on the small island where he had encountered Yang Qingyin the day before.

From afar, Luo Ziling saw a white dress fluttering in the pavilion, and his heart suddenly surged with excitement.

But as he approached, his heart sank, and the joy in his heart vanished in an instant.

Because he saw that it wasn't just Qingyin, the girl in the fluttering white dress, standing in the pavilion. There was also a rather tall young man next to her.

They stood very close to each other, seemingly deep in conversation, their demeanor intimate.

In that moment, he stopped his advancing steps, uncertain whether to approach or not.

Did Yang Qingyin already have a boyfriend?