There are twenty-five students in Pharmacy (2) class, twenty of whom were recruited through the college entrance examination.
Four of them were elected by the local government, and only Li Donglai was a trainee.
Li Donglai attracted everyone's attention as soon as he took the stage.
After all, at his age, he has already graduated from college.
"Hello everyone, my name is Li Donglai. I come from Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill Hospital and am a local. If you need help, you can ask me for help."
After Li Dong finished speaking, he wanted to walk off the stage, but was stopped by Professor Chang.
"I see that everyone is confused. Although Li Donglai is so old, the Rolling Mill Hospital still recommends him to go to university. I wonder if there is something fishy in it. I will explain it to everyone here." Professor Chang said, taking a look from the canvas bag
He took out two magazines and held them in his hands.
"Everyone knows about "Chinese Medical Journal". Li Donglai published two papers in three months in a row. In the paper, he invented gastric tube lavage and improved cardiopulmonary resuscitation. He is famous in China.
It has had a wide impact on the field of surgical medicine.”
Pharmacy students are all interested in medicine, and many of them even come from medical families, so they naturally understand the status of "Chinese Medical Journal" in the Chinese medical community.
Some have even seen these two papers, and when they heard Professor Chang's words, they looked at Li Donglai with admiration in their eyes.
"It turns out he is really that Li Donglai. I thought he had the same name!"
"I apologize to the boss for my dirty thoughts just now."
"Me too!"
"And I!"
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"Li Donglai is the dormitory director of our dormitory, and he has become my eldest brother." That day Risong stood up, looking proud, as if he was the one being praised.
After hearing this, some classmates suggested: "I think it would be better for Li Dong to be the monitor of our class."
Some students nodded: "That's right, he is a local, so it is easier for him to carry out activities. He also has two papers in hand, so his ability must be extraordinary."
Other students agreed: "I agree!"
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Although the students were excited, Professor Chang decided to finish the program to avoid any criticism in the future.
"Now please show your hands to vote. If you agree that Li Donglai will be the squad leader, please raise your hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, twenty-five arms were raised high.
Professor Chang's face turned dark, and he pointed at Na Risong and said, "That classmate can only raise one arm each."
"I'm expressing a warm welcome!" Narisong was so excited that he jumped on the spot.
Facing such a simple man, Professor Chang had no choice but to announce the adjournment of the meeting.
night.
The dim incandescent light bulb on the roof also went out.
In the darkness, Li Donglai stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.
Now I have successfully entered Beijing University and gained some academic reputation.
Li Donglai calculated the time and found that there were less than four years until the wind started.
In other words, according to conventional procedures, it may be too late to prescribe investigational drugs after graduation.
Next, you should show your strength as soon as possible and gather a large number of talents around you.
Well, it would be best to set up a research group.
As long as we can produce results, the higher-ups will definitely notice.
Of course, there is one important thing to do before executing the plan.
If everything goes well, you may be able to save a large amount of money and lay the material foundation for drug research.
Scientific research is very expensive.
Although the school will also allocate project funds, it is only a drop in the bucket.
The investment in scientific research in this era was far less than that of later generations. Otherwise, there would be no saying that "those who build atomic bombs are better off selling tea eggs."
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Thinking about it, Li Donglai fell into a deep sleep.
The next day.
The rising sun hangs low above the rows of towers, and a day full of life begins.
In the morning, it was "Pharmacology". Li Donglai had already studied it in his previous life. After coming to this world, he reviewed it again and could almost memorize the contents, so he didn't pay too much attention to the class and kept thinking about it later.
Want to do something.
Class is over.
"Brother Donglai, do you want to play table tennis?" Risong took out a racket from the canvas bag.
The racket is handmade from wooden boards, consisting of two wooden boards and a handle, which is fixed to the board with screws.
The two ball boards look different in size, and they are not covered with rubber.
However, the people who made the racket were very careful and the burrs on the edges were all cleaned up.
In this era, many world table tennis champions have emerged in China.
Table tennis has become the favorite sports activity among teenagers.
Li Donglai heard from Ran Qiuye that many schools have table tennis teams, and there are usually many dark green table tennis tables in the auditorium.
The ball table was tense. Often when the bell rang, everyone would run out of the classroom and rush to the auditorium to grab the ball table.
As a table tennis master in his previous life, Li Donglai also wanted to try his hand.
Unfortunately, he still has formal work to do.
"No, I'll go to the physics department to find someone later."
Li Donglai left the classroom with his canvas bag on his back. That day, Risong could only call two other classmates and go to the gymnasium together.
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Mo Shanfeng is a sophomore student in the Radio Department of the School of Physics.
He was born into a poor family, his parents were bedridden all year round, and he had four younger brothers and sisters.
Therefore, every month he received the subsidy, he would mail most of it home, leaving only two or three yuan.
Every meal is a steamed bun, and the dish is salted radish strips brought from my hometown.
Of course, Mo Shanfeng didn't think this kind of food was crude. After all, in that remote mountain village, white-flour steamed buns were a food that many people were reluctant to eat during the Chinese New Year.
Due to his poor family, Mo Shanfeng rarely interacted with his classmates. He was alone all day long and seemed lonely.
Today, after reviewing his homework, he went to the canteen early to buy steamed buns as usual.
There are big and small buns. If you go early, the aunt in the cafeteria can choose a slightly larger one for him.
Although it may only be less than a mouthful, this mouthful is quite important to Mo Shanfeng, a twenty-year-old young man who is in need of nutrition.
