"She objected and said that I couldn't see it clearly. I was very confused and didn't quite understand what she meant."
It’s not that I don’t quite understand, but I know what’s going on and I’m afraid that things will get worse, so I’m simply confused. This is the psychological characteristic of good people like Zhao Wenzong. They avoid and are afraid of facing the cruel reality, and are willing to lie to themselves again and again.
Things are not as bad as I thought.
Essentially not strong enough.
For this reason, Zhao Wenzong tried to cheer up and said: "I heard that you helped her grandma treat her illness, and she should at least call you to say thank you. She didn't say anything after listening. I think she might
I'll find you again."
Hate is hate, hate is hate. People like Hu Hao and Zhang Wei talk about their interests. They must not be afraid of being shameless and come to her again. In the end, they don't dare to have a relationship with her.
Zhao Wenzonghe thought further than she did and said: "Yingying, as long as you become a doctor in a big hospital, they will not dare to look down on you anymore. Their attitude towards you will definitely change in the future."
In the face of profit, she can only pretend to be disgusted in her heart. When Xie Wanying thinks of this, she can feel that these two classmates live a really hard life, and they cannot live as they please for the sake of profit. Therefore, she cannot say that she hates these two people.
Not to mention, it’s okay to do official business.
"Other people who have asked me about your situation include - I think you must be very interested in classmates who are studying medicine like you. I know there is a person in the class next to ours named Kong Yunbin. He was admitted to Zhongshan Medicine
I am in the eighth grade class of the hospital. I didn’t expect that he from the next class would actually come to ask me about you.”
Kong Yunbin couldn't remember anything about this person in his mind. Xie Wanying asked: "What did he ask me for?"
Zhao Wenzong said: "I was also surprised how he wanted to know about you. He refused to tell me, and later he hesitated and mentioned that the teacher in the medical school classroom seemed to have seen you. When he mentioned your name, he was not sure.
It's not you. His teacher praised you for your very good drawings. Yingying, is it you? Is there anyone with the same name as you in your school? "
She didn't know if there were any medical students with the same name as her in the National Association, and she didn't have the school's student roster.
Speaking of painting in front of teachers from Zhongshan Medical College, Xie Wanying recalled the dinner she had with Teacher Tan a long time ago.
That time, seniors from Zhongshan Medical College appeared in the box and looked at and asked about her anatomy drawings. I guess one of them happened to be Kong Yunbin's medical school teacher.
So what did the teacher ask her to do? Just to motivate the students? It seems that she was taught that she could submit her resume to the Affiliated Hospital of Zhongshan Medical College. It happened that her cousin told her to have a way out of returning to her hometown to work in the provincial capital.
She was thinking too much, and she forgot that there were big bosses from two hospitals present. When she suddenly felt the two pairs of eyes staring at her from across the way and diagonally across from each other, she was so frightened that all she could think of was what Senior Sister Jiang had warned her:
Never say in front of the on-site teachers that teachers from other units are the most dangerous.
After clearing her throat, Xie Wanying pretended to be nonchalant and said on the phone calmly: "I won't tell you who he is, and I don't recognize him either."
Maybe she was acting too real, but the two pairs of eyes never moved away from her.
Cao Zhao's black eyebrows were raised with a smile, and her eyes showed more curiosity about the mobile phone she was holding.