“Not a fruit.”

What is that?

Before seeing Teacher Tan say anything, Xie Wanying wisely shut up.

When the others listened to the phone call, they all secretly changed their minds: What is this Tan Klin who wants to bring to the students? Not to mention it? There is something wrong with it.

The ward door quietly opened a crack, and a man came in like a ghost and stood quietly there.

When they noticed someone, everyone turned around and dissatisfied: It was that god, no wonder people who were ascended to heaven had no voice. Why did this person not say anything about pretending to be a god?

Ren Chongda pointed at his old classmate and asked the visitor: "Cao Yong said you have something to do in the hospital and left."

"Yes, I've got something here, come back and take it before leaving." Cao Zhao explained a few words.

"What?" Cao Yong questioned in his tone, and like everyone else, he suspected that his second brother had deliberately pretended to leave and killed him and shot him back and eavesdropped.

Cao Zhao waved his hand: Nothing is possible. He can't even calculate it anymore. After he suddenly came back, he heard the big news.

Everyone's eyes saw the bags of clothes in the corner of the room he was referring to, and Fang believed half of them. It was just that the clothes fell down, so he could ask someone to take them back for him at that time, without any rush. What does it mean? It means that they don't necessarily just come back to get the clothes.

Since he heard the major news, Cao Zhao went to take his clothes and asked Teacher Ren: "Are the students in your class entering the scientific research and study stage?"

"Their first batch of students who entered clinical internships need to be arranged at this stage," Ren Chongda said honestly.

Oh. Everyone suddenly realized what the robots and other people who called to grab the tutor position were the best. The first batch of students who entered clinical study early were the best, with potential, and it was easy to achieve results with such students, and they could observe the scientific research status of these students at close range. Now, there are too many requirements for recruiting medical graduates in hospitals. I wish medical students were proficient in all 18 martial arts skills, and they could use anything when recruiting them to do good jobs, horses and scientific research. Hospitals are of the same nature as other units and companies, saving labor costs as much as possible and using one person as multiple people. Scientific research is a real hard indicator.

Why didn’t I “take it” in the past? The reason is that there were no eighth class who had so many students who entered the clinical internship early in this class. It fully demonstrated that although the teachers joked, these students might not be as good as those of Xie, but they were too excellent compared to other medical students and seniors of the same period.

The teachers are full of tricks and strive to join the tutor group this year and find excuses to apply for withdrawal next year. This is a complete plan.

"What? Do you want to be the student tutor in our class?" Ren Chongda seemed to be surprised when he heard Brother Cao's second question, "You are from the capital, not from the National Association."

"Does your college have regulations that the tutor of the National Association must guide students to publish papers?" Cao Zhao asked back.
Chapter completed!