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Shao Yichen reached an agreement with the school on the establishment of the Han Bursary the next day, and donated an additional amount of money to purchase equipment needed by the medical school. The school leaders expressed their most sincere gratitude for this.

But not everyone is satisfied.

That afternoon, Han Zhuoyu received a call from Qu Jing, "Xiaoyu, did you ask Shao Yichen to call the school and book Song Liancheng as your tutor?"

"No." Han Zhuoyu shook his head. He did want to study for a doctorate in genetic engineering led by Song Liancheng, but he had no plans to go through the back door. He was very confident in his own ability, and if the other party had a vision, he would definitely choose him.

"So Xiao Shao made his own decision?" Qu Jing sighed, thinking something bad was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"Song Liancheng has a very strange temper. He is aloof, arrogant, and paranoid. It's okay if Xiao Shao doesn't tell him, but if he does, he will definitely not choose you. In his opinion, you are using your power to suppress others. You must be in love with him now

Blacklisted." After a moment of pause, Qu Jing said apologetically, "Besides, if he knows about my relationship with you, he will not choose you."

"Why?"

"In his early years, he was not purely engaged in academic research, but also went on the operating table. At that time, a certain leader performed heart surgery. I won't say who it was, but the other party had a very high status. He formulated a quite bold surgical plan. If

If it succeeds, the patient can fully recover. If it fails, he will die on the operating table. This surgical plan was rejected by the patient's family because the success rate was only 50%. I redesigned a conservative plan, and the family members agreed.

, then I succeeded, and then I became famous..."

Qu Jing let out a long sigh, "So he thinks that everything I have today was snatched from him. He regards me as his number one enemy. He hates me so much that you are not a good person in his eyes. You

Establishing a bursary and cooperating with me to open a charity hospital, in his opinion, are just a pretext for fame and hypocrisy. He is the most intolerant of hiding his emotions, and he is likely to target you in class. You have to be mentally prepared!"

"I understand." Han Zhuoyu panicked uncomfortably. Song Liancheng was a medical scientist he admired very much. He had read all his papers. He had always looked forward to becoming his student... The current situation was undoubtedly overwhelming.

A scoop of cold water chilled my heart.

"It's okay. If he doesn't accept you, I will accept you. Although my main field is not genetic engineering, it is more than enough to get you started. You have to work hard and use your strength to make him regret it!" Qu Jing burst out laughing. He knew that his prediction would be certain.

It will become a reality. No one understands better than him how great the potential of a young man is. In a few years, he will have nothing to teach. The rising star in the medical field is his disciple, and he is very proud to think about it.

"Yeah." Feeling the positive energy coming from the other end of the phone, Han Zhuoyu smiled slightly.

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Song Liancheng is known as the father of genetic engineering in China. He is obsessed with scientific research, but his teaching skills are equally superb. Whenever he attends his class, even the laziest students are unwilling to miss it.

Looking at the dark classroom, Song Liancheng nodded with satisfaction and opened the lesson plan.

"Before the class starts, I have a few words to warn you." He adjusted the frame on the bridge of his nose, his expression cold and serious, "I have always been opposed to the school offering a combined bachelor's, master's and doctoral program. Bachelor's degree, master's degree, Ph.D.

Originally there were three different school stages, but now they are mixed into one, which cannot fully demonstrate the characteristics of each school stage; there is no elimination, students also lack due pressure, and the learning effect is not the same.

Not good; candidates for the college entrance examination may not necessarily have a good understanding of major selection. Now you have to study for eight consecutive years, which is not conducive to your future development. Moreover, high scores do not mean strong scientific research ability. If you recruit low-energy students with high scores, the same will be done to the tutors.

It's a trouble. So I proposed to the school to introduce a recruitment system, and in the future there will be a selection process every semester to eliminate students who are not suitable."

There was a series of gasping sounds in the classroom.

"Some students rely on their high scores and good family backgrounds to put pressure on the school and squeeze into the bachelor, master and doctoral program through improper means. I want to tell them here that even if you get in, you will not have the matching strength in the future.

It will also be brushed off. Instead of being embarrassed in the future, it is better to be down-to-earth and take one step at a time. Medicine is not like other majors, you can let you do whatever you want. Remember, when you put on a white coat, you have millions of dollars in your hands.

Human life! This is a sacred and serious matter!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the handsome young man sitting in the front row, his eyes full of meaning.

Under his piercing gaze, Han Zhuoyu slowly lowered his head.

The classmates around him obviously noticed this detail, whispering to each other, and looking at the young boy with a questioning look.

After this class, the news that Han Zhuoyu had used the back door and was warned by his instructor spread like wildfire in the medical school.

If a person's image is too perfect, any slight flaw will be magnified and violently criticized. Han Zhuoyu clearly felt that the attitude of his classmates towards him had changed, from the initial enthusiasm and friendliness to the current indifference and rejection.

The number of places for undergraduate, master, and doctoral programs is inherently small. If someone uses unfair competition methods, it will harm the interests of everyone.

Fortunately, Uncle Lei and Xiao Chen encouraged him when he returned home, so the young man was not overwhelmed by the negative energy coming from all directions.

The roommates in the same dormitory also scoffed at this rumor.

Is Han Zhuoyu a moron with high scores? Guo Shangru was the first to laugh. After reading the thesis written by the young man in private, he could only say - when the test results come out in a month, the person who said this will be slapped in the face.

Qu Jing was also very unhappy and urged his disciples to study hard every day and not to embarrass himself.

To be honest, the next month was really difficult. Although Song Liancheng didn't say anything else, every time he looked at him, there was cold contempt, as if the person he was looking at was not qualified to be in the classroom. This was very difficult for Han Zhuoyu.

It's a huge psychological pressure.

"It's been half a month. You should have enough understanding of the human body. Let's take a test today." Song Liancheng gestured to the teaching assistant to place two huge boxes on the desk in the front row and continued, "All students are divided into two.

Each group was given a scattered human skeleton. Members of each group stood in order and came up to identify the bones one by one. If they misidentified one, they immediately went down. Students who successfully identified more than 120 pieces will be considered successful. Okay, let’s start now.

Bar."

The classroom was so noisy that no one dared to be the first to go.

"Those who recognize him first will go first. This is the last class of the day anyway, so I'm not in a hurry." Song Liancheng looked at his watch with a leisurely attitude.

The classroom became even more chaotic, with wailing sounds coming and going.

"Put away the books in your hands, I hate cheating the most." His eyes were like knives, and he cut out a student who was peeking at the skeleton diagram.

Han Zhuoyu remained silent, and when he heard the words "Those who recognize him first go first," he raised his head and glanced at Song Liancheng. To be honest, as long as it was Song Liancheng's class, he wished that time could pass earlier.

After packing his schoolbag, he walked to the open box and took out the pale skull. Without saying a word, he placed it directly on the table. He also took out two clavicles, leaving the cervical vertebrae to place one on the left and one on the right, and then the ulna.

, radius, hip bone... whatever bone he got, he could place it accurately in the corresponding position without thinking at all.

Ten minutes later, a skeleton was formed. The young man picked up his schoolbag and left. There was no need to tell the name of the bones. Since it could be completely spliced, he could memorize it completely. It would be superfluous to ask again.

"Passed." Song Liancheng glanced at him roughly, shaking his bones, but in his heart he felt even worse about the young man. As expected, he was the one brought out by Qu Jing, who was equally arrogant.

The students who gathered around showed expressions of astonishment. The young man's hands were flying up and down. Before they could recover, they had already finished their work and left. This shows how firmly they have mastered this basic knowledge.

With Han Zhuoyu taking the lead, Guo Shangru also gave it a try. The big bones were okay, but some small cartilages with similar shapes really stumped him, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Go down, don't waste everyone's time." Song Liancheng waved.

The students came one by one, and by the time the get out of class ended, they were only seven or eight years old, and they hadn't recognized everything yet. Since then, the voices of doubts about the boy have become much smaller. Identifying human bones doesn't prove how smart you are, but it can prove it. How diligent you are.

One month passed quickly, and all the tutors in the college collectively issued a test paper. The questions were complicated and quite difficult. The students who had finished the test all had expressions of relief. The senior brothers and sisters who were studying for Ph.D. saw the announcement.

Comments on the test papers on the campus website said that the difficulty level has reached the level of graduate students. If you can get 50 points, you will definitely get a bachelor's, master's and doctoral degree.

50 points seems to be very few, but after checking the answers, the students found that people who can meet this standard are extremely rare. Otherwise, why only 15 of the more than 300 students in the grade are recruited? These 15 people are undoubtedly elites

The elite among.

"Is there anyone in our dormitory who is over 50?" Gao Xiaopang turned pale after checking the answers and felt quite miserable. What kind of questions are these? Explanation of terms - growth fra, adenomyosis, telcres, atheroma... read them all

Can’t understand? How to explain?

"I didn't pass." Guo Shangru shook his head with a very ugly look on his face.

"I didn't pass either." Wang Zilong and Xue Ming waved their hands together. The moment they opened the test paper, they no longer had this illusion.

"I'm 53." For the first time, Zhang Wei, who never took the initiative to talk to others, spoke softly. He received four looks of envy, jealousy and hatred. When he lowered his head, there was a flash of amusement in his eyes.

"Han Zhuoyu, have you passed?" Although it was a question, Guo Shangru used an affirmative tone.

The boy who was eating his lunch seriously nodded silently.

"How many points?" Gao Xiaopang didn't like to see Zhang Wei being proud.

"About eighty or so." The boy gave a conservative answer, but it was impressive enough.

"Eighty points? I heard from a fellow student of mine who is studying for a Ph.D. that you can graduate with a score of 70% and a third year of graduate school." Zhang Wei's tone was light, but there was no trace of ridicule.

The young man looked at him and said nothing.

Two days later, the results were announced, and the entire medical school was in a state of excitement. First, because the scores of 20, 30, and 40 were too meager; second, because among the low scores, someone actually got 92 points, which was the same as the second score.

The score of 57 is a huge difference of 35 points. What an incredible result! Look at the name again - Han Zhuoyu.

Well, that’s not surprising, he’s the number one scholar!

As a visiting professor at the Imperial University School of Medicine, Qu Jing did not participate in setting the questions or marking the papers. He only ran to the office to take a few glances after the results came out.

"Mr. Qu, I heard that you have accepted Han Zhuoyu as your closed disciple?" a professor asked with a smile.

"Yes." Qu Jing was reading the boy's test paper, and the more he read, the more satisfied he became. It has only been two months, and the boy has made progress again.

"You have such a good eye!"

"Haha, where is it!" Qu Jing waved his hand, laughed and walked away.

"Strike first will gain you, but you will suffer disaster if you strike later. In fact, I also like Han Zhuoyu, but with Qu Jing and Song Liancheng here, I am not that lucky." The professor who spoke before shook his head regretfully.

"I really don't understand what Song Liancheng is thinking. I heard that Han Zhuoyu wanted to join him, but he not only disagreed, but also embarrassed people in class. What's not good about Han Zhuoyu? He has a solid professional foundation and strong practical ability, especially

He has a good family background and a strong background. What topics can he get if he is accepted as his disciple? There is no need to worry about research funds! After graduating from the same class, Qujing is now famous at home and abroad, but Song Liancheng is unknown. We can only blame him for his aloof character and not knowing how to do it.

Thinking about something. Did you notice the look on Song Liancheng’s face when Han Zhuoyu’s results came out the day before yesterday? It’s like eating arsenic. The feeling of being slapped in the face is unpleasant!” Another professor sneered.

Song Liancheng stood outside the door for a long time, and finally left with a pale face.

The author has something to say: The stupid author forgot to bring his wireless network card when he went home for the Chinese New Year. As a result, he was unable to access the Internet. I was prompted to log in multiple times using my home computer, and my account was blocked for an hour. I was so scared that I never dared to use it again. Today

I got the network card back and will give you red envelopes. Happy New Year.

This year has had a bad start. I had a high fever on New Year's Eve. I went to the hospital for emergency treatment at around 10pm. I fainted in bed all day on the first day of the new year. Now I still have a male duck voice. You should pay attention. There is nothing.
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