"Is there only six places for the tutor group? Why limit it to six? Isn't the more people the better in this kind of thing? Does your school have a mandatory limit of six?" Cao Zhao said regardless of the situation, as if he was deliberately disrupting the situation.
Someone just made the same suggestion on the phone before. Ren Chongda thought about it and said, "I need to go back to school and ask the leader for instructions."
The most anxious ones were those who had already got on the bus, saying that after getting on the bus, the door must be welded shut to prevent people from behind from getting in. Cao Yong and Tao Zhijie immediately expressed their stance, stopping Teacher Ren and saying: "Six is six, there has never been more than six."
What do you need to do with so many people? If there are too many people, many things will be difficult to discuss. Are you and the school sure that you and the school can reconcile the relationship between so many people?"
All the big guys came here. The big guys love academic quarrels the most, and they can argue endlessly over a single case. After these two reminders, Teacher Ren had to readjust his perspective to observe the problem: the students in his class in front of him have changed.
If it becomes a hot commodity, will it be a good thing or a bad thing? Will the instructor himself start the "fight with the gods" first?
Unexpectedly, he and his students would be robbed on such a day. Ren Chongda was filled with emotions.
Seeing his younger brother welding the car door, Cao Zhao walked over and had a direct conversation with the student: "Yingying."
"What do you want to say to her? Why don't you just leave after taking the things?"
Before he could finish his words, so many people were eager to pull him out. Cao Zhao couldn't help but feel a fire in his heart. What kind of moral sense do these people have? He is still the student's teacher today.
He is qualified to rob someone. Last night, he was too kind and took the initiative to think about morality. In fact, this kind of thing should not be strictly moral, so he robbed him face to face.
"What's the matter, Teacher Cao?" Xie asked the teacher seriously for advice.
In addition to being extremely smart, this "child" sometimes has a crazy brain, which only makes people feel more pitiful and cute. No wonder so many people want to rob him.
The eyes around him were as eager as wolves and tigers. Cao Zhao's mind changed. He stopped pretending to be a god and the devil in his heart came out. He smiled at the student and said, "It's nothing. I want you to take good care of yourself in the hospital."
Rest. After you recover your health, you can go back to study. There is no need to rush."
There is definitely no rush. No matter what you people think, this "child" is learning to work under my hands now.
How could all the shrewd people at the scene fail to hear what he was thinking and squinted at him: just wait and see.
He really had something to discuss with his brother when he came back, so Cao Zhao invited his brother to come to the balcony to talk.
After the two of them walked out, they closed the windows and completely soundproofed them.
Xie Wanying lay on the bed, waiting for Senior Brother Tao to check her wounds, and glanced at the balcony from time to time.
She could probably guess what they were going to talk about. In view of this, Cao Yong and Cao Zhao tacitly walked to the end where she couldn't see to talk.
"I called my uncle when I came back, and he said he called you. You were on site to check on the child, so you probably know the situation best," Cao Zhao said.
Thank you to my classmate for mentioning it last night. When Zhai Yunsheng returned to his hospital this morning, he stopped by to find out about the condition of the child Xiaoyu. After reading it, he must have had some ideas, so he called his nephew, who was at the scene to first aid the injured, for academic exchanges.
"Why are you asking me this question? Do you want to ask her whether it is possible that she is brain dead? The determination of brain death is not a matter of one or two days."
Medical diagnosis is a very rigorous matter, and the most demanding medical diagnosis is the diagnosis of a person's death. In fact, ordinary people do not need to worry about the doctor's negligence, because even a doctor with some brains is afraid that he will be misdiagnosed as a dead person.
