Chapter 669: 561 Help with the bath, the entire ancient medical field is begging for Boss Ying’s favor [1 more update]

“Not approved?” Zuo Li was surprised, “Why wasn’t it approved?”

“Professor Zuo, hello, paper S-3019 was rejected during the final review process,” the staff member replied patiently. “Because there was another paper in the same field of astrophysics during the same period.”

“The final panel of judges chose the other paper, so the one you submitted was not accepted.”

“The other paper?” Zuo Li was stunned for a moment. “Which professor’s work is it? Can I see it?”

“I’m sorry, Professor Zuo,” the staff member shook their head. “Before the paper is officially published in a scientific journal, we strictly keep the approved ones confidential.”

Zuo Li’s frown deepened, but he said nothing.

He had actually forgotten about that point.

In the field of astrophysics, there are many researchers, many of whom have been studying for decades.

The paper written by Ying Zijin stood out for its novel perspective.

After reading it, he almost thought she had taken a trip around the universe.

But when compared to those professors in their sixties or seventies, academically speaking, she truly was still a bit lacking.

After all, they had been famous for quite a while, but Ying Zijin had only started studying a year ago.

Bumping into another paper and then getting rejected was somewhat expected.

It was just bad luck.

“Alright then,” Zuo Li could only say, “please return paper S-3019 to me, and I’ll submit it to other institutions.”

The International Physics Center is authoritative, but it doesn’t mean it’s the only option.

Upon hearing this, the staff’s voice hesitated, and after a few seconds, they replied: “Alright, Professor Zuo, I’ll retrieve the file for you.”

After getting the paper back, Zuo Li still decided to inform Ying Zijin before resubmitting it.

“Classmate Ying, about that paper business–hey hey hey, don’t hang up; I’m not asking you to write it!” Zuo Li nearly ran out of breath in one go, “Really, I’m not asking you to write it.”

He was developing a psychological shadow.

Only then did Ying Zijin not hang up the phone: “Professor Zuo, please go on.”

Zuo Li: “…”

Such a quick and obedient change; his heart couldn’t take it.

“I just wanted to say sorry; your paper unfortunately clashed with another from the same period and got rejected,” Zuo Li sighed, “I’m preparing to submit it to another institution that specializes in astrophysics.”

Ying Zijin: “Oh.”

“Is that your only reaction?” Zuo Li could only hold back all the comforting words he had, “Fine then, little ancestor, I will leave you be and make sure everything is taken care of for you.”

Compared to her peers, Ying Zijin naturally excelled far beyond them.

But in the scientific community, she truly needed papers to establish herself.

Without a prestigious title, she could not be called a professor.

But Zuo Li also noticed that she didn’t seem to care much about these things.

“In that case.” Ying Zijin decided to show some concern for Zuo Li, “I’ll write another paper.”

Zuo Li’s eyes hadn’t had a chance to light up.

The next second, he heard another statement.

“Not interested in physics; maybe I’ll write about biology.”

Zuo Li felt as if he plummeted from Heaven to Hell.

He forced a smile, feeling like crying, “Biology is fine, it’s your strong suit; I’ll get in touch with the biology department for you.”

“That would be troublesome for you, Professor Zuo,” Ying Zijin finished speaking and ended the call.

Fu Yunshen had just stepped out of the kitchen and beckoned, “Come and eat.”

Ying Zijin walked over and sat down at the dining table, picking up a piece of fish: “I need to make a trip to the Pill Alliance in a few days.”

The ancient medical field and Ancient Martial World only celebrate the Lunar New Year; December 31 on the solar calendar holds no particular significance for them.

So on January 2, the Pill Alliance was still holding classes.

If it weren’t for the fact that the top scorer on the test would receive additional medicinal materials, she definitely wouldn’t go.

Ying Zijin swallowed her food and then said indifferently, “My martial power is too low at the moment; I plan to do closed-door cultivation for a while.”

At the very least, she needed her Ancient Martial Cultivation to reach a hundred years and break through to become an Ancient Martial Grandmaster.

“Hmm?” Hearing this, Fu Yunshen tapped her forehead with his empty hand, his lips curving, “Yaoyao, if others heard you say that, they’d beat you up.”

Their generation of ancient martial artists, prodigies like Yue Fuyi and Xie Nian, had only just passed the fifty-year cultivation threshold not long ago.

Reaching the next level was something the Lin, Xie, and Yue families didn’t even dare dream about.

His current cultivation was forced out by facing death over and over again.

But not every family’s talented ancient martial artists dared to constantly hover between life and death.

They seek stability and surety.

Being close to death might indeed allow one to break through their limits, but what if one actually died?