Facing Ye Xinghe, Fan Taohua didn't know how to answer him. Fortunately, the head nurse called her at this time and told her that new employees and old employees had to do a refresher training every month, and they needed to answer some questions from the professor. , is also counted in their assessment.
Although Fan Taohua is a scumbag who doesn't know anything about these things, but she can temporarily hide from Ye Xinghe for a while, so she hung up the phone in a hurry and went out.
The hospital stipulates that during advanced training, doctors and nurses under the age of 30 will attend classes uniformly, and then conduct random checks.
The morning class is internal medicine, and each department is a group. Fan Taohua and Nurse Zhang didn't sneak in through the back door until the class started.
Song Qingfeng was sitting in the penultimate row. He happened to see Fan Taohua coming in. He propped his head in one hand and held a pen in the other. He glanced at Fan Taohua. She was sitting behind Song Qingfeng.
Nurse Zhang took out the book, and Fan Taohua was delighted when she saw it. Nurse Zhang brought a book of surgery.
Just as she was laughing at Xiao Zhang, she took it out to see by herself, shit, so did she.
The two of them are indeed brothers in need. Today, the old professor gave a lecture in person. If he can't answer the questions later, not only will the bonus for this month be gone, but he will also be embarrassed in front of everyone.
But I was really afraid that something would happen. The old professor started to roll the rolls halfway through his speech. He looked at the people sitting below and shouted, "No. 33."
Fan Taohua looked around, she looked at Xiao Zhang, "No. 33, who is No. 33, is it you?"
Xiao Zhang shook his head, 32 was written on her desk.
"Then it's okay, it's not me anyway, I'm number 3." Fan Taohua looked at the corner of her desk, there was clearly only a 3 posted on it.
Seeing that no one stood up for a long time, the professor repeated, "Who is number 33?"
The strange thing is that everyone's eyes were on Fan Taohua, and she didn't know why. When she was gloating that it wasn't her, Song Qingfeng leaned back and said in a low voice, "Miss Fan, you are number 33."
"Impossible!" Fan Taohua approached Song Qingfeng, revealing the numbers on her desk, "I warn you, don't fool me, I'm number 3, see."
Song Qingfeng bent down, picked up a piece of paper from the ground, put his hands between his fingertips, facing Fan Taohua, with a 3 written on it.
"Miss Fan, look clearly." He pasted the note with another 3 on the table, and Fan Taohua was indeed number 33.
"That's okay too?" Fan Taohua looked at the numbers on the table, and then at the old professor on the podium. Her legs felt weak and she slowly stood up.
"Please answer, what is the main cause of chronic obstructive emphysema?" Fan Taohua knew the old professor's question separately, but she couldn't understand it together. She tried to lower her head to flip through the book, but for this question, she also took the wrong book.
She and Nurse Xiao Zhang looked at each other. This feeling has not been felt for a long time, as if it brought her back to college. Seeing that she did not respond, the professor raised his voice and asked again, "No. 33? Can you answer?"
This question really touched her blind spot of knowledge. She originally planned to grit her teeth, grit her eyes, and close her eyes to do whatever she wanted, but no matter what happened, she had to be treated as a living horse doctor. She casually gave the answer, "Because allergies .¡±
As soon as she answered, the audience was in an uproar, and they all started whispering, accompanied by low laughter. Her face was flushed, knowing that she had answered wrong, and the old professor repeated with an incredulous expression, "You I didn¡¯t catch what I said.¡± (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com