Free Web NovelChapter 2295: Chapter 2295: The Devil
Zhao Zhaowei and Zhang Desheng were sweating profusely, feeling like Teacher Cao was as cunning as a wolf with a dark belly.
The three surgical students closely followed Teacher Cao out, while the two medical students jogged to catch up.
What do you think he is like? Student Wei Shangquan signaled to the two other surgical students, secretly commenting on the teacher.
Don’t—Student Xie and Student Pan dared not.
Zhao Zhaowei and Zhang Desheng continued Student Wei’s remark from behind: Like a devil.
What kind of teacher do students dislike the most? Just as teachers dislike students who don’t know how to behave rather than poorly performing students, students dislike teachers who don’t know how to behave rather than caring about how good or bad the teacher’s teaching performance is.
Clinical students don’t actually dislike devil teachers; on the contrary, they are scared and love them to death. Those known as devil teachers, like Boss Zhang, are all top experts.
The five students were clear-headed: This Teacher Cao is from the legendary devil clan.
The students who called Teacher Cao a devil looked up at Teacher Cao’s back.
The miraculous scene from last night reappeared. Where Second Brother Cao went, it was like flowers blossoming; little kids’ tear-stained faces turned into bright smiles.
It’s terrifying~ The students witnessing Teacher Cao perform for the first time screamed inside, echoing Student Xie’s thoughts from last night: Can’t learn it.
The beds for children’s consultations, like adults, are privacy-focused, as the beds are separated as much as possible for convenience in examinations. Moreover, the children’s age range for consultations at Shou’er differs from other hospital pediatrics standards. Here, the age can be up to eighteen.
With the right hand holding the stethoscope, Cao Zhao gently pulled open the emergency bed’s curtain with the left hand.
Beside the bed stood Doctor Cheng and several young people, all in white coats. It was hard to discern who among them was a medical student or a practicing doctor.
Doctor Cheng was wearing gloves, seemingly preparing for some procedure. Seeing the superior bring students in, Doctor Cheng’s expression grew solemn.
Lying on the bed was a middle school girl around fourteen or fifteen, wearing an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose with evident breathing difficulty, pale face, forehead sweating.
Seeing someone come in, the patient’s gaze fell on the doctor’s face, her eyes suddenly lighting up, as if little candles were ignited, her mouth opening as if to soliloquize, with a hint of excitement in her tone: "I feel like I’ve seen ***."
This patient, at this age, happens to be in the adolescence filled with dreams and fantasies. People could predict the little girl might have read romance novels, pasted posters of fan idols at home, speaking of dreaming about seeing a star boss.
Superiors are often idolized by children of this age bracket, Doctor Cheng Yuchen smiled but said nothing. The superior’s charm isn’t just their looks akin to an idol but their every movement resembling one.
Very quickly, the girl’s eyes, like those of other kids, gazed at the celebrity onscreen, dazed.
Cao Zhao walked to the bedside, without saying anything to the child or showing any expression. His fingertips expertly tapped on several anatomical markers on the child’s chest, his beautiful dark eyes fixed on the bedside ECG monitor screen, merely doing his doctor’s work.
Could this make the child dazed? Zhao Zhaowei and the other students behind exclaimed: No doubt, a devil.
