Zhao Zhaowei and Zhang Desheng were sweating profusely. They could feel that Teacher Cao was like a black-bellied wolf.
Three surgical students followed Teacher Cao out, and two internal medicine students jogged to catch up with the tail of the car.
What do you think he looks like? Wei Shangquan made eye contact with the other two surgical students, secretly commenting on the teacher.
Don’t—Classmates Xie and Pan wouldn’t dare to do that.
Zhao Zhaowei and Zhang Desheng continued Wei's words behind his back: Like a devil.
What kind of teachers do students dislike the most? Just as teachers dislike students who don’t know how to behave rather than poor students, students dislike teachers who don’t know how to behave rather than how good or bad the teacher’s teaching is.
It’s not that clinical students don’t like devil teachers. On the contrary, they are both afraid of and love devil teachers. Those who can be called devil teachers, like Zhang Da Lao, are all top experts.
The five students were clear-headed: this Teacher Cao was the legendary devil.
Zhao Zhaowei and others who said that Teacher Cao was a devil looked up at Teacher Cao's back.
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The magical scene from last night reappeared. Wherever Brother Cao passed, flowers blossomed, and the little boy's tearful face turned into a smiling face.
It was so scary! The students who saw Teacher Cao perform like this for the first time screamed in their hearts, expressing exactly the same thoughts as classmate Xie did last night: I can’t learn it.
The beds for children are the same as those for adults, with privacy being emphasized. Beds are separated as much as possible to facilitate the examination of patients. Moreover, the age range of children admitted by Shouer Hospital is different from that of other pediatric hospitals. Children here can be up to 18 years old.
Holding the stethoscope in his right hand, Cao Zhao gently pulled open the curtain of an emergency bed with his left hand.
Dr. Cheng and several young people were standing around the bed. At first glance, they were all wearing white coats, and it was difficult to tell who were medical students or practicing doctors.
Doctor Cheng was wearing gloves on his hands, as if preparing to do something. Seeing his superior bringing in students, Doctor Cheng's face became serious.
A 14 or 15-year-old middle school girl was lying on the bed with an oxygen mask on her mouth and nose. She was obviously having difficulty breathing, her face was pale, and there were traces of sweat on her forehead.
Seeing someone coming in, the patient's eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at the doctor's face, as if a small candle was lit. He opened his mouth as if talking to himself, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice: "I seem to have seen ***."
The patient is at an age that is full of dreams and fantasies. We can expect that the little girl may have read romance novels, posted star-chasing posters at home, and said that she saw a celebrity in her dream.
The superior is often regarded as an idol by children of this age group. Dr. Cheng Yuchen smiled but said nothing. The charm of the superior is not only that he looks like an idol, but also that his every move is like an idol.
Soon, the little girl's eyes were as fascinated as the other children staring at the stars on the movie screen, and she was in a daze.
Cao Zhao walked to the bedside without saying anything or making any expression to the child. His fingertips skillfully pressed and tapped a few anatomical landmarks on the child's chest, his dark and beautiful eyes fixed on the ECG monitor screen beside the bed, just doing his job as a doctor.
How could this make the children stunned? Zhao Zhaowei and his classmates shouted in the back: It must be the devil.
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