She thought that if she showed goodwill to Ruan Qingling, Ruan Qingling would definitely agree to stay and teach them.
Her score was similar to Ruan Qingling's. If she had learned Ruan Qingling's skill, her chances of winning would have been much greater. Unfortunately, Ruan Qingling was unwilling to do so.
Not wanting to lose face, she stood there, snorted, and said, "In the end, she's just afraid someone will surpass her. But what is she afraid of? Her grades are already outstanding. It's practically impossible for anyone to surpass her now. Shouldn't classmates help each other and improve together? It's really speechless."
Several people who were close to Liu Mei naturally stood up and spoke with Liu Mei, criticizing Ruan Qingling.
Liu Qiang also felt that Ruan Qingling's technique was very impressive.
How many times did you practice to be able to sew so beautifully?
He walked over to the cage where Ruan Qingling had put the white mouse, took the mouse out, and carefully examined the stitched area. Therefore, they couldn't figure out how Ruan Qingling had done it. To these laymen, they could only see the surface but not understand the underlying reasons.
Liu Mei also came over and carefully examined Ruan Qingling's white mouse. The mouse's anesthetic had worn off, and it kicked its leg, startling Liu Mei.
She screamed.
The sound startled Liu Qiang, causing his hand to tremble and the white mouse to fall from his hand onto the table.
However, the white mouse crawled around and went back into the cage.
How could it run so fast?
All the mice were injected with the same dose of anesthetic, so some mice opened their eyes but rolled their eyelids back and died the next second.
Some never even opened their eyes, while others, after opening their eyes, dragged their crippled bodies around the table aimlessly.
Looking at the mess, Old Zeng shook his head helplessly and said, "Pack up your things, check if the white mouse is still breathing. Whoever killed the white mouse should honestly leave the money for it. These were all bought."
Some people immediately wailed. They thought they were being given a free trial and went ahead with it, only to end up killing people and having to pay for their own losses.
"One dollar for each white mouse. If your own mouse dies, you pay upfront," Old Zeng said.
His stern gaze was so intense that the trainees dared not move.
Fan Aihua, who had just been shouting the loudest, looked at the white mouse in front of her, which didn't move at all, and she was afraid she should give it a dollar.
I poked the white mouse with my finger and felt that its body was still soft, so it shouldn't be dead.
So she rubbed the white mouse's writing on it a couple more times, and whether it was because she rubbed too hard or something else, it actually moved.
"It really moved!" Fan Aihua said happily. "It moved! My white mouse isn't dead. But the next second, the white mouse still didn't move."
Liu Qiang glanced at it, snorted, and said, "You're the one who said it's not dead, right? You think it's not dead, but let me tell you, it's completely dead."
Fan Aihua: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not dead, it's not dead!"
Fan Aihua stubbornly insisted on her own version of events.
Old Zeng couldn't stand it anymore and said, "You've studied for so long and you still can't tell the difference between dead and alive. When a patient is in front of you, will you still be able to tell whether they are dead or alive?"
Fan Aihua was taken aback by the question.
Unable to speak at all, she opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Old Zeng: "Examine it carefully and tell me if this rat still has any vital signs, whether it's alive or dead."
Fan Aihua dared not say anything more, so she tried to feel the mouse's breath with her hand, but the mouse's breath was so weak, how could she detect it?
She couldn't sense it at all, so she stared at Lao Zeng stiffly.
Old Zeng was so angry that his face turned pale: "Can't you test it in other ways? Whether there is a heartbeat or breathing, you can't determine whether the rat has vital signs, and you can't observe it. You are not suitable to stay in the medical industry. Don't endanger people's lives."
One sentence indirectly sealed Fan Aihua's fate on this career path.
She looked at Old Zeng with a pale face and said, "Teacher, teacher, please give me another chance. I will definitely work hard and study hard. I will definitely learn very well."
Old Zeng: "You can't even do something as simple as determining whether a rat has vital signs, let alone treat and save lives. If it doesn't meet the criteria, it doesn't meet the criteria. When it comes to life, everything must be done very rigorously. It's not up to you to decide what you want to say."
Fan pleaded desperately, "I can do it very well, I really can do it very well."
Old Zeng: "If you want to stay until the training course is over, that's fine, but I'm telling you, it's not suitable for you. You should consider other options."
After saying that, he turned and headed towards the door. After taking two steps, he stopped and said, "Listen carefully to what I just said: whoever's rat dies, they have to pay up."
"I don't want to say this a second time. You all do your own jobs well. If I find out that anyone is messing around behind my back, they will be disqualified."
Who dares to act recklessly?
Liu Mei's little white mouse looked like a cripple; it must have been in so much pain that it couldn't walk. It was circling around on the table, making painful squeaking noises.
Liu Qiang's was the one that just opened its eyes and died the next second.
Because Liu Qiang's stitches were too deep, he sewed the rat's internal organs all the way to its belly, killing it instantly.
Liu Qiang couldn't understand it. He had sewn it very well, neatly and evenly, so how could his lab mouse have died?
Compared to Ruan Qingling, who was already lively and active, looking for water, they were indeed different.
Fan Aihua cried.
She was complained about last time, and this time the teacher called her out directly, saying she wasn't cut out for this line of work. Will she be able to survive in Sanli Town in the future?
Liu Mei looked at Fan Aihua and said, "Someone like you, who has no redeeming qualities, will only get worse and worse, more and more worthless, compared to your excellent neighbor."
Fan Aihua refused to admit she was trash and angrily retorted, "What did you say? Who's trash?"
Liu Mei smiled slightly and said, "Anyone who answers me is trash, isn't that right? What's the rush?"
Fan Aihua clenched her fists in anger!
Liu Mei warned, "Don't get angry here. Go and think of a solution. Find a way out for your future. Don't count on studying medicine; it's really not suitable for you."
Fan Aihua has been pursuing him for so long, and now she doesn't even have a chance?
He was so angry that he covered his nose and ran away.
Liu Mei didn't think she was wrong. After all, what she just said was the most realistic and touching thing about the teacher, not her, Fan Aihua. Who could she blame for being so sensitive?
...
Ruan Meiying had been restless all day. While she was drinking tea, Zhao Liuran called out to her, "Meiying, look who's here."
Startled, the cup in her hand fell to the ground with a bang and shattered.
Zhao Liuran looked at Ruan Meiying in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"
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