Chen Song is sober at the moment. Cheng Yanqing doesn't say anything. This matter is probably lost.
But Cheng Yanqing was doing it for the sake of his face. This was different for him as a young teacher. If he did nothing, he would really have no choice but to be kicked out of the medical school.
"I'm willing to admit defeat!" Hu Baixi frowned and looked at Chen Song, "I told you before you competed, what are you doing now?"
Chen Song couldn't grab the record, so he suddenly changed his expression and laughed suddenly, "Principal Hu, you are serious, this is all a competition between peers, how can you leave the medical field if you lose? How big is the medical field?
loss?"
Song Qianqian smiled lightly and said, "Punishing evil and eradicating evil is called a loss?"
"If you keep people like you in the medical field, future patients will have to take many detours."
Chen Song looked displeased, "Who do you think you are? Is it your turn to speak? It's the teachers and students of our medical school who have to say it!"
Song Qianqian was too lazy to talk to such a small role and looked directly at Cheng Yanqing, "Professor Cheng, at his age, will he be forgetful?"
Of course Cheng Yanqing's face looked ugly, knowing that she was mocking him.
But there is no way, he can't just leave the medical field!
He has been in the medical field all his life and left with such an appearance. The outside world cannot drown him in saliva? He has become a joke in his life.
So, Cheng Yanqing smiled stiffly and said: "We did make an agreement at that time, saying that the loser would leave the medical school."
"But who can be sure that this group of mice has indeed had their brain nerves resurrected?"
Gu Xueer was nervous for a long time, and finally came to her senses, "That's it!"
She stood up directly and spoke decisively, "Who knows if the acupuncture you just gave scared the mice again, so they showed fear?"
Cheng Yanqing has a righteous attitude and an attitude of making contributions to academic research, "Unless you can write clearly in the research what substance or what reaction contributed to the brain resurrection of the white mice, and write it in a research report for the medical community to learn from!"
The implication is that if they can't explain the principle of resurrecting the mice, it doesn't matter.
Song Qianqian sneered in her heart.
She used a drop of her own blood as a guide to facilitate this experiment, which made her still sleepy now.
If her blood was used, shouldn't these people treat her as a guinea pig on the spot?
She had a faint smile on her face, "Can't afford to lose? The agreement stipulates that we must write down the research content clearly?"
She looked straight into Cheng Yanqing's eyes and asked, "Should I write down the principles and substances clearly, and Professor Cheng can announce them to the public tomorrow. This is your achievement? This is your usual trick."
Just like when Gu Wenjun's condition improved, Cheng Yanqing and others attributed it to themselves.
Cheng Yanqing snorted coldly, "Doing research is to promote the development of medicine. If you don't write it down, how can you promote it?"
"You don't need to worry about it anymore. You will have no share in the future medical community." She was too lazy to speak politely.
She looked at Hu Baixi and said, "Send this record, the agreement, and Cheng Yanqing's so-called brain resurrection research paper to the old principal and let him handle it."
Cheng Yanqing smiled, "It's better to let the old principal handle it! He knows my contribution to the medical school best!"
Oh, Song Qianqian half-smiled, "Please choose a nursing home carefully."
Cheng Yanqing's face turned dark.
Song Qianqian was about to leave. After thinking about it, she looked back at Gu Xueer, "You seem to like to have a sense of presence?"
"If you don't learn Western medicine very well, why do you come to medical school? If you don't even want to learn Western medicine, can I help you?"