Shen Le was beaten by his advisor until he crouched on the ground, covering his head. The other professors nearby watched videos or reviewed materials, but not one of them spoke up to stop it.
You had to be kidding. Emergency salvage excavations were the worst!
Everyone already had a mountain of work on their hands: classes to teach, meetings to attend, projects to run, students to supervise.
They had finally gotten a chance to catch their breath, perhaps planning to check their children's grades that evening or quietly write part of a paper.
And then their rest was gone, their social lives were gone, and their original routines had been thrown into disarray.
They should have been calm and unhurried, handling everything with ease. Instead, they now had to scramble and rush all the way out to this godforsaken wilderness...
Not to mention, with salvage excavations, if you were lucky, it was because some construction site had carried out rough work and unearthed something related to a major tomb.
If you were unlucky—usually, you were unlucky—it was directly connected to tomb raiding!
It was bad enough that they had to clean up the mess left by tomb raiders. But one of their own students, a graduate student who had spent seven years studying archaeology and cultural heritage, had caused this kind of disaster? He deserved a beating!
If Shen Le had not made such major contributions to archaeology and cultural heritage, if there had not been extenuating circumstances, if he had not preserved the artifacts to the greatest extent possible, if the Special Affairs Bureau had not stepped in...
They might as well have let his advisor beat him to death!
Beat him half to death!
Anyway, she could not beat him to death... she could not even hurt