"She objected, saying she couldn't see it as clearly as I could. I was very puzzled and didn't quite understand what she meant by that."
It's not that I don't understand, it's that I know what's going on and I'm afraid things will get worse, so I just say I'm confused. This is the psychological characteristic of good-for-nothings like Zhao Wenzong, who avoids, is afraid to face the cruel reality, and would rather lie to himself again and again to convince himself that things are not as bad as he thought.
Essentially not strong enough.
Zhao Wenzong tried to cheer himself up and said, "I heard that you helped her grandmother with her illness, and she said she should at least call you to say thank you. She didn't say anything after hearing that. I think she might contact you again later."
Hate is hate, dislike is dislike. People like Hu Hao and Zhang Wei, who always talk about interests, must be shameless enough to come to her again, and finally dare not end the relationship with her.
Zhao Wenzonghe thought further than she did and said, "Yingying, as long as you become a doctor in a big hospital, they won't dare to look down on you anymore. Their attitude towards you will definitely change in the future."
Disgust can only be hidden in the face of interests. Thinking of this, Xie Wanying could feel that these two classmates were really hard-working and could not live as they pleased for the sake of interests. Therefore, she could not say that she disliked these two people, let alone hate them, and she could just handle the matter impartially.
"The other people who have asked me about you include - I think you must be very interested in classmates who are studying medicine like you. I know there is a person who is in the class next to us, his name is Kong Yunbin, and he was admitted to the eighth grade class of Zhongshan Medical College. I didn't expect that he from the class next to us would also come to ask me about you."
Kong Yunbin, I searched for this person in my mind but didn't have any impression. Xie Wanying asked: "What did he ask me to do?"
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Zhao Wenzong said, "I was also surprised why he wanted to know about you. He refused to talk, and then hesitantly mentioned that a teacher in the medical school class seemed to have seen you. When he mentioned your name, he was not sure if it was you. His teacher praised your excellent drawing skills. Yingying, is that you? Is there anyone with the same name as you in your school?"
She had no idea whether there were any medical students with the same name as her at the National Association for Medical Sciences, as she did not have the school's student roster.
Speaking of painting in front of the teacher at Zhongshan Medical College, Xie Wanying recalled the dinner she had with Teacher Tan a long time ago.
On that occasion, seniors from Zhongshan Medical College appeared in the box and looked at and asked her about the anatomical drawings. It is estimated that one of them happened to be Kong Yunbin's medical school teacher.
Why did the teacher mention this to her? Was it just to motivate the students? It seemed that she was taught to submit her resume to the Affiliated Hospital of Zhongshan Medical College. It happened that her cousin and his wife told her to keep a way out for returning to her hometown in the provincial capital to work.
She thought too much and forgot that there were two big bosses from two hospitals present. When she suddenly felt two pairs of eyes staring at her from the opposite side and diagonally, she was so scared that all she could think of was what Senior Sister Jiang warned her:
The most important thing is not to speak ill of teachers from other units in front of the on-site teacher.
Clearing her throat, Xie Wanying pretended to be calm and said on the phone, "Let's not talk about him. I don't know him either."
Perhaps she acted too sincerely, and the two pairs of eyes did not move away from her.
Cao Zhao raised his dark eyebrows with a smile, and his eyes showed a bit more curiosity about the phone she was holding.
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