Tang Chengde patted her shoulder and said, "Go ahead."
"Okay."
Qiao Xi walked towards the conference room, as several hundred traditional Chinese medicine practitioners shoved their way inside. She was unintentionally bumped and someone stepped on her shoe.
Qiao Xi finally understood just how unpopular she was.
These people had clear likes and dislikes, yet they were easily swayed.
Without understanding the true nature of the situation, they were hastily picking sides, eager to eliminate her, the one who had shamed their school.
Qiao Xi stumbled after being pushed, nearly falling over, but she was steadied by a pair of fair, slender hands.
"Are you okay?" the person asked softly.
He looked quite young, with little color in his face, wearing a stand-up collar, cyan long gown. It was the traditional attire of Chinese medicine practitioners, and though he had a somewhat handsome appearance.
