Drawing anatomical diagrams is only an aid, and the most important thing for a doctor is to actually cure the patient. Xie Wanying didn't think there was anything to show off in this painting.
Tan Kelin sighed secretly, he already knew this student was like this, and then ordered Liu Chengran to pay the bill. Zhou Junpeng took Fu Xinheng's wallet and hurried out to settle the other half of the bill.
It's almost time to go.
A group of people walked out of the box in twos and threes.
Wu Lixuan was going to live in Fa Xiao's dormitory tonight, and they walked together holding Xie Wanying's hand. The tea leaves brought in are divided into sevens and eights. The two went to the bathroom first, and when they came out, they heard someone shouting: "My fellow."
Three senior Zhongshan doctors came over with briefcases and stood in front of Xie Wanying.
"When will you graduate?" A senior in the middle asked her bluntly.
"It may be two years later." Xie Wanying estimated by herself, because she will have to defend her thesis after graduation, she is not sure whether she can pass it in one time. Graduation cannot be delayed by need.
"Our hospital is recruiting doctors. You can submit your resume and I will leave you a contact information." As he spoke, the other party took out a pen and paper and wrote down her email address and phone number.
Wu Lixuan watched from the sidelines, elated with joy for Fa Xiao: the doctor from the top tertiary hospital in their hometown in the province paid attention to her Fa Xiao.
"What are you doing?" Without seeing them, a group of people from the National Association came back and found this shocking scene.
"My fellow, leave a contact information so that we can get in touch later." A few seniors from the fellow explained the reason politely.
Can highly educated people be fooled so easily
It's okay not to explain, this explanation is simply self-deprecating.
Zhu Huicang pointed at the three of them: "I want to show my fellow countrymen, why didn't you leave a phone call when we first met?"
Obviously, these few people didn't think this fellow was good at first, and now they found out what they thought was good, so they wanted to win him over.
"Don't say that, Dr. Zhu. If we play fellowship in the box, I'm afraid you'll say we're xenophobic again, aren't you?" the other party argued.
Zhu Huicang put one hand on his waist and began to smoke from his seven orifices.
"Let's go, let's go." Jiang Mingzhu came over and pulled the younger junior sister away. At the same time, she took the phone note that was stuffed by the senior fellow in her hand. After reading it, she wished to throw the note into the trash can.
Going to the front, the senior sister passed her note back and forth among the brothers and teachers, without even having time to read what was written on it.
In the end, Senior Brother Zhu Huicang folded her note twice and put it in his shirt pocket, and said to her, "I'll hand it over to your counselor later."
Does this need to be reported to the counselor? Xie Wanying was shocked.
Of course. Are the outstanding talents cultivated by my own school being poached like this? Ren Chongda, the counselor, needs to be on high alert. Good students naturally have to reserve it for their school and unit first.
The three fellow Zhongshan doctors shook their heads and smiled. They had expected it in their hearts, so they were caught when they left a note just after avoiding others, so they had to find another opportunity. In any case, open-minded seniors are very happy to meet good juniors.
After leaving the restaurant, I stood by the side of the street and waited for a taxi. After the first car came, the seniors let the juniors go first. So Xie Wanying, Fa Xiao and Luo Yanfen got into the taxi first.
Just as the car was about to leave, someone knocked on the window.
"Come on, umbrella, I don't know if it will rain on the way back." Huang Zhilei put his umbrella through the car window and said to them.