Drawing anatomical diagrams is just a supplement. The most important thing for a doctor is to cure the patient's disease through practical operations. Xie Wanying didn't think there was anything to show off in this drawing.
Tan Kelin sighed secretly on his lips. He already knew this student was like this, and then ordered Liu Chengran to settle the bill. Zhou Junpeng took Fu Xinheng's wallet and hurriedly followed him out to settle the other half of the bill.
It's almost time to leave.
A group of people walked out of the box in twos and threes.
Wu Lixuan was going to stay in a small dormitory tonight, so she held Xie Wanying's hand and walked away together. The tea she brought was divided into half and half. The two of them went to the bathroom first, and when they came out, they heard someone shouting: "Fellow."
Three senior Zhongshan doctors came over carrying briefcases and stood in front of Xie Wanying.
"When will you graduate?" A senior in the middle asked her bluntly.
"Maybe two years later." Xie Wanying estimated by herself. Since she had to defend her thesis after graduation, she was not sure whether she could pass it in one go. If she failed, she would need to delay her graduation.
"Our hospital is recruiting doctors. You can submit your resume when the time comes, and I will leave you with your contact information." As she said that, the other party took out a pen and paper and wrote down her email address and phone number.
Wu Lixuan watched from the sidelines, feeling proud that she was having a baby: doctors from the top tertiary hospital in their hometown noticed that she was having a baby.
"What are you doing?" They didn't see them. A bunch of people from the National Association came back and discovered this shocking scene.
"Fellow, please leave your contact information so we can contact you later." Several seniors from the hometown explained their reasons politely.
How can highly educated people be fooled so easily?
It's okay if I don't explain it, but this explanation is simply self-defeating.
Zhu Huicang pointed at the three of them and said, "I want to build nostalgia for you. Why didn't you leave your phone number quickly when we first met?"
Obviously, these people didn't think this fellow was good at first, but now they found out what they thought was good, so they tried to win over him.
"Don't say that, Doctor Zhu. If we indulge in nostalgia in the box, we're afraid you'll say we're xenophobic, right?" the other party said sophistry.
Zhu Huicang put one hand on his waist and started to smoke.
"Let's go, let's go." Jiang Mingzhu came over and pulled her junior sister away. At the same time, she took the phone note in her hand that was stuffed by a fellow senior. After reading it, she wanted to throw the note into the trash can.
When she walked to the front, the senior sister passed her note around to the senior brothers and teachers. She didn't even have time to read what was written on it.
Finally, Brother Zhu Huicang folded her note twice and put it into his shirt pocket, and said to her: "I will give it to your counselor later."
Does this need to be reported to the counselor? Xie Wanying was shocked.
Of course. Are the outstanding talents trained by your school being poached like this? Ren Chongda, a counselor, needs to be highly vigilant. Naturally, good students must be reserved for their own schools and units first.
The three fellow Zhongshan doctors shook their heads and smiled. They had already expected that they would be caught after avoiding people leaving notes, so they had to find another opportunity. In any case, the open-minded seniors are very happy to meet good juniors.
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After leaving the restaurant, we stood on the street waiting for a taxi. After the first car came, the seniors asked the juniors to leave first. So Xie Wanying, Fa Xiao and Luo Yanfen were the first to get into the taxi.
Just as the car was about to leave, someone knocked on the window.
"Here, umbrella, I don't know if it will rain on the way back." Huang Zhilei put his umbrella into the car window and said to them.
