In April in Nandu, the kapok flowers were in full bloom.
Every Friday morning, Yang Ping had a class, sometimes for doctoral students, sometimes for master's or undergraduate students. Today's class was a specialized course for orthopedic doctoral students at Nandu Medical University.
The driver Old Zhou parked the car at the entrance of the teaching building. As soon as Yang Ping got out of the car, he saw Director Liu from the academic affairs office running to meet him.
"Professor Yang, you're here at last." Director Liu wiped his sweat, and his expression was hard to read—whether it was happiness or worry, "Today... today there are even more people."
Yang Ping glanced at him: "How many more can there be?"
Director Liu smiled wryly: "You'll know once you see it."
As Yang Ping walked into the teaching building, before he even reached the classroom door, he could hear the buzzing chatter. Turning the corner, he stopped.
The corridor was full of people.
