Several pairs of rookies looked over cautiously, and all of a sudden they all looked at the newly emerged leader.
Vice President Bi, who is in his early fifties, has a slightly youthful face, no gray hair on his temples, a warm and gentle aura, and an amiable appearance. Such a leader can conjure up images in the minds of several students when he performs surgery.
In the middle, Vice President Bi's hands for pulling sutures and holding needles are as elegant as a lady's.
It seems that the temperament of this old leader is different from that of Mr. Zhang, who is careless and arrogant. Of course, the vice dean and his classmates have never seen the surgery, so it is hard to draw a conclusion.
The current situation is that Boss Zhang seems to have caught the old leader's secret. Seeing that the old leader did not answer, he went directly to the old leader and swore in a solemn tone: "Section Chief, you tell me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
.When did you have sex with them?”
Being pestered by this old subordinate, Bi Yongqing had no choice but to speak out: "Director Zhang, you have to know that I am now a member of the National Association. They are students who came to the National Association for internship. There must be teachers and students between me and them.
relation."
None of the leaders were vegetarians. After all, they had been the leader of Mr. Zhang before. Several students screamed inwardly, which showed that Mr. Zhang, a vicious-tongued man, was showing signs of being defeated like never before.
Oops, this? There was an exaggerated sign on Zhang Huayao's expression. He should have heard a hint of the other party's words. In an instant, he was asked to touch his chest with his hand, expressing his attitude as if Zhang Dabaobao had received ten thousand critical hits.
frightened.
Others around him couldn't understand it, and their eyes flashed with questions: What do these two people mean? What kind of riddle are they playing?
Zhang Huayao turned around with a beep and pointed at Fu Xinheng: "You know?"
Fu Xinheng remained silent, which meant: I understand.
"You don't say anything? Don't you want to be the scientific research instructor of their class?" Zhang Huayao stretched out his finger in front of the other person's chest and urged: Come out and fight quickly.
In response, Fu Xinheng's cold, machine-like eyes returned to the other party's face: Your idea of fighting with the mantis in front and the oriole behind cannot be known to anyone.
It is extremely difficult to encourage a robot to come out as cannon fodder.
Zhang Huayao's sunken brows were filled with a strong aura of surprise: He let a bunch of cannon fodder come forward to explore the road, but before finding out the secret, he first killed Cheng Yaojin Daniel, and he was his old leader. This is so embarrassing.
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He originally thought that the National Association would only pay more attention to classmates like Xie, and at most pay more attention to them than previous students. However, the old naughty boys from the National Association actually sent Bi Yongqing out.
In fact, it's not difficult to guess. Bi Yongqing could understand his spying words, and he could also understand Bi Yongqing's answers.
People are not afraid to tell him the truth: Yes: According to the legend, Director Yang informed the counselor Ren Chongda that he would be the head of the school to thank his classmates and their eighth-year scientific research mentor, and he was Vice President Bi.
Do you, an old subordinate, want to compete with the old leader?
The old leader's utter provocation made people grit their teeth.
Is this a simple dispute between the old leader and his old subordinates? This is a complete "betrayal". Of course, Zhang Huayao also "betrayed" from the National Association to come to Guozhi.
They are all "traitors". They have each stood in the opposite camp, and they are bound to fight to the death.
Excellent medical students ultimately choose which hospital and which instructor, which also represents which hospital has stronger technical strength.
