Lei Feng System

Shao Yichen reached an agreement with the school the next day about the establishment of the Han's bursary, and donated a sum of money to purchase equipment needed for the medical school. The school leaders expressed their most sincere thanks for this.

But not everyone is satisfied.

In the afternoon, Han Zhuoyu received a call from Qu Jing, "Xiaoyu, did you ask Shao Yichen to greet the school and book Song Liancheng to be your mentor?"

"No." Han Zhuoyu shook his head. He does want to study for a PhD in genetic engineering led by Song Liancheng, but he has no plans to go through the back door. He is very confident in his abilities, and if the other party has the foresight, he will definitely pick himself.

"That's Xiao Shao's own opinion?" Qu Jing sighed, feeling bad.

"what's happenin?"

"Song Liancheng has a very strange temper. He is high-minded, arrogant, and paranoid. It's okay if Xiao Shao doesn't say it, he will definitely not choose you. In his opinion, you are using power to suppress others. You must be on him now. It’s blacklisted.” After a moment’s pause, Qu Jing said apologetically, “Besides, he knows my relationship with you, so he won’t choose you anymore.”

"why?"

"In the early years, he was not purely engaged in academic research, he also went to the operating table. At that time, a certain leader had heart surgery, I won't say who it was, but the other party's status is very high. He formulated a rather bold surgical plan, if If successful, the patient can fully recover, and if it fails, he will die on the operating table. This surgical plan was rejected by the patient’s family because the success rate was only 50%. I re-developed a conservative plan, and the family agreed. , And then I succeeded, and then I became famous..."

Qu Jing sighed for a long time, "So he thinks that everything I have today was snatched from him. He regards me as his number one rival. He hates the house and Wu, you are not a good person in his eyes. You. Setting up scholarships and cooperating with me to open charity hospitals seems to him to be a fame and hypocrisy. He is the most impatient to conceal his emotions and is likely to target you in class. You have to be psychologically prepared!"

"I see." Han Zhuoyu panicked uncomfortably. Song Liancheng is a medical scientist he admires very much. He has read all of his papers. He has been looking forward to becoming his student before... The current situation is undoubtedly poured cold water, and his heart is completely cold.

"It's okay, he won't accept you and I will accept you. Although my main focus is not genetic engineering, it is more than enough to get you started. Work hard and use strength to make him regret it!" Qu Jing laughed. He knew that his prediction would become a reality. No one knows better than him how great the potential of a teenager is. After a few years, he will be beyond teaching. The rising star of the medical world is his own disciple, and I am very proud to think about it.

"Yeah." Feeling the positive energy coming from the other end of the phone, Han Zhuoyu smiled slightly.

Song Liancheng is known as the father of Country C's genetic engineering. He is passionate about scientific research, but his teaching skills are equally superb. In his class, even the laziest student is not willing to be absent.

Looking at the darkened classroom, Song Liancheng nodded in satisfaction and opened the lesson plan.

"Before the class starts, I have a few words to warn you." He helped the frame on the bridge of his nose with a cold and solemn expression. "The school offers a combination of undergraduate, master and doctoral classes, and I have always opposed it. Undergraduate, master, doctorate. It was originally three different semesters, and now they are mixed together, which cannot fully demonstrate the characteristics of each semester; it has not been eliminated, and students lack the pressure due to it, and the learning effect is not good; candidates may not have a good understanding of majors in the college entrance examination. The continuous study lasts for eight years, which is not conducive to your future development. Moreover, high scores do not mean strong scientific research capabilities. If you recruit high-scoring and low-energy children, it will also be a trouble for your tutors. So I proposed to the school to adopt a recruitment examination system. A semester will also be selected to eliminate the unsuitable students."

There was a series of gasping noises in the classroom.

"Some students rely on their high scores and good family background to put pressure on the school to squeeze into the undergraduate, master, doctorate, and postgraduate classes through improper means. I am here to tell him that even if you enter, you don’t have the strength to match. It will also be brushed down. Instead of embarrassing in the future, it is better to be down-to-earth and step by step. Medicine is not like other majors, you can let you go. Remember, wearing a white coat, you have thousands of things in your hands. Human life! This is a sacred and solemn thing!"

When the words fell, he looked at the handsome boy sitting in the front row with profound meaning in his eyes.

Under his acupuncture gaze, Han Zhuoyu slowly lowered his head.

The surrounding classmates obviously noticed this detail, whispering and whispering, the sight of the young man was skeptical.

After this class, the news that Han Zhuoyu walked through the back door and was warned by his instructor spread like wildfire in the medical school.

If a person's image is too perfect, a tiny flaw will be infinitely magnified and lashed out. Han Zhuoyu obviously felt that his classmates' attitude towards him had changed, from the initial warmth and friendliness to the current indifference and rejection. The number of places in the undergraduate, master, doctoral, and postgraduate courses is inherently small. If someone uses unfair competition, it will hurt everyone's interests.

Fortunately, Uncle Lei and Xiaochen encouraged him when he returned home, and the boy was not crushed by the negative energy rushing from all directions.

The roommates in the same bedroom also sneered at this rumor.

Han Zhuoyu's high score and low energy? Guo Shangru laughed first. Having read the essays written by the teenager in private, he can only say-after one month, the test results will come out, the person who said this will be slapped in the face.

Qu Jing was also very upset, and never forgot to urge his disciples to study hard every day, and don't shame yourself.

To be honest, the next month will be really tough. Although Song Liancheng didn't say anything more, he always cast his eyes with cold contempt, as if the person he was watching was not qualified to appear in the classroom. This is a great psychological pressure for Han Zhuoyu.

"It's been half a month, you should have enough understanding of the human body. Take a test today." Song Liancheng motioned to the assistant to put two huge boxes on the front desk, and continued, "All the students are divided into two. Group, each group has a scattered human bone. Each group member stands in order, one by one to identify the bones, and the wrong one goes down immediately. Successfully identifying students with more than 120 yuan will be considered as a pass. Okay, let’s start now. Right."

The classroom was noisy, and no one dared to be the first.

"The first to recognize, go first, anyway, this is the last class of the day, I'm not in a hurry." Song Liancheng looked at his watch, with a leisurely posture.

The classroom became more chaotic, and the wailing sounded one after another.

"Put away the books in my hands, I hate cheating the most." He looked like a knife, and slammed at a student who was peeking at the skeleton diagram.

Han Zhuoyu remained silent, and when he heard the phrase "recognize first, go first" did he raise his head and glance at Song Liancheng. To be honest, as long as it is Song Liancheng's class, he can't wait for the time to pass sooner.

After packing his schoolbag, he walked to the unfolded box, took out the pale skull without speaking, and placed it directly on the table. Then he took out two clavicles, leaving the cervical vertebrae on the left and right, and then the ulna. , Radius, hip bone...whatever bone he gets, he can accurately place it in the corresponding position without thinking at all.

Ten minutes later, a skeleton was formed, and the boy picked up his schoolbag and left. There is no need to say the name of the bone. Since it can be completely spliced, it can be memorized completely, and it is unnecessary to ask again.

"It's over." Song Liancheng glanced roughly, messing up his bones, but he had a worse impression of the boy in the bottom of his heart. Sure enough, the people brought out by Qu Jing were just as arrogant.

The students who came around showed awe-inspiring expressions. The young man's hands flew up and down. They hadn't remembered yet, but they had already finished their spells, which shows how solid they have mastered this basic knowledge.

With Han Zhuoyu taking the lead, Guo Shangru also tried it. The big bones are okay, but some small cartilage with similar shapes really stumped him, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Go down, don't delay everyone's time." Song Liancheng waved.

The students went up one by one, and it was only seven or eight by the end of get out of class, and they hadn't recognized them all yet. Since then, the question of the teenager has been much lower. Recognizing human bones cannot prove how smart you are, but it can prove how hard you are.

One month passed quickly, and the instructors of the whole hospital collectively produced a test paper. The questions were complicated and difficult. All the students who had finished the exam showed the expressions of the rest of their lives. The Ph.D. brothers and sisters saw the test papers posted on the campus network and commented that the difficulty has reached the level of graduate students. If they can score 50 points, they will be sure of the degree of continuous study.

50 points, seemingly very few, but after correcting the answers, the students found that there are very few people who can meet this standard. Why don't you recruit only 15 of the 300-odd students in the whole year? These 15 people are undoubtedly the elite of the elite.

"Have we ever had 50 in our dormitory?" Gao Xiaopang's face paled after answering the answer, and he was rather dead than alive. What are these problems! Noun explanation-growthfraction, adenomyosis, telcomcres, atheroma...you can't understand it! how to explain?

"I haven't." Guo Shangru shook his head, his expression very ugly.

"Neither did I." Wang Zilong and Xue Ming waved together. The moment they opened the test paper, they no longer had this illusion.

"I'm 53." Zhang Wei, who had never taken the initiative to speak up, spoke softly. He received four envious and hateful eyes. When he lowered his head, his eyes flashed with a touch of color.

"Han Zhuoyu, have you passed?" Although it was a question, Guo Shangru used a positive tone.

The teenager who was seriously eating lunch nodded silently.

"How many points?" Gao Xiaopang didn't like to watch Zhang Wei proud.

"About eighty points." The boy gave a conservative answer, but it was amazing enough.

"Eighty points? I heard from my Ph.D fellow saying that I can graduate from the 70th and third year exams." Zhang Wei's tone was light, but his mockery was halfway through.

The young man glanced at him and said nothing.

Two days later, the results were announced, and the whole medical school was boiling. One is because the scores of 20, 30, and 40 in that one run are too shabby; the other is because some people scored 92 points in the low score of one run, which is 35 points away from the second place with 57 points. What an unbelievable achievement! Look at the name again-Han Zhuoyu.

Well, this is not surprising, the champion!

As a visiting professor at the Imperial College of Medicine, Qu Jing did not participate in setting the questions, nor did he participate in marking the papers. He just waited for the results to come to the office and took a look.

"Old Qu, I heard that you have accepted Han Zhuoyu as a closed disciple?" a professor asked with a smile.

"Yes." Qu Jing was reading the juvenile's test paper, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied. It's only been two months, and the kid has improved again.

"You really have a good eye!"

"Haha, nowhere!" Qu Jing waved his hand and left with a big laugh.

"The first is the strongest, and the second is the worst. In fact, I also fell in love with Han Zhuoyu, but with Qu Jing and Song Liancheng, I don't have that blessing." The professor who spoke before shook his head regretfully.

"I really don't understand what Song Liancheng thinks. I heard that Han Zhuoyu wanted to vote under him. Not only did he disagree, he also embarrassed people in class. What's not good about Han Zhuoyu? A solid professional foundation and strong hands-on skills, especially He has a good family background and a hard background. If he accepts him as a disciple, what subject shouldn't you worry about? Don’t worry about research funding! After graduating from the same year, Qu Jing is now famous at home and abroad, but Song Liancheng is silent. He can only blame him for being too aloof Think about it. Have you noticed Song Liancheng's face when Han Zhuoyu's results came out the day before yesterday? It's the same as after eating arsenic. It's not easy to be slapped in the face!" Another professor sneered.

Song Liancheng stood outside the door for a long time, and finally left with a pale face.