Doctor Zhao, help!

Chapter 72 The Master Leads the Door

"Why are you awesome? You're awesome, aren't you just a lecturer..."

At this moment, a boy next to the tall and thin boy who looked like a scumbag looked at Zhao Sheng on the podium and said with great disdain.

"Brother, believe me, university teachers are the most awesome people you can come into close contact with in your life."

The tall and thin boy looked at the bad boy and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

As for why a poor student can get into a key undergraduate university like Zhongdu Medical University, I can only say four words: Zhongdu is a local and everyone knows it.

"That's it? If you're a cow, you're still a lecturer?"

The scumbag boy said with a look of disbelief.

"Don't believe it, just take a look."

The tall and thin boy pointed out the editor's page of "Diagnostics" to the bad boy.

"Fuck! Did he compile this book?!!"

The scumbag boy's eyes widened. As a scumbag who relied on policies to get into university, he had no idea how capable he was at compiling textbooks.

"Brother, Teacher Zhao is only 30 years old. Being able to be a lecturer at the age of 30 is already the upper limit of this age."

The tall and thin boy looked at the scumbag boy with an expression that seemed a bit ignorant and said.

"But I think the editor-in-chief is Yu Zhongbo!"

The scumbag boy said again very puzzled.

"Teacher Zhao is Professor Yu's student. How can Professor Yu have time to compile books?"

The tall, thin boy with glasses sighed again and said.

This is just uneducated and ignorant, and you don’t understand anything.

Many people know nothing about the human resources that university teachers have access to.

University teachers and primary and secondary school teachers are essentially two professions, with extremely high thresholds and extremely high upper limits. Many people do not have this awareness.

For 99% of students,

When I was in school, the professor at the department level invited the students to his home for the holidays;

After graduation, it was very difficult to invite the deputy section leaders of the county to have a meal.

There is also someone who had a doctoral supervisor when he was studying for a doctoral degree. He was also a teacher to many college students. He was very kind and approachable on a daily basis. However, since this teacher was transferred to another job, if he wanted to see this supervisor, he could only watch the news.

"Huh? Teacher Zhao turns out to be so awesome!"

At this moment, the scumbag boy finally looked directly at Zhao Sheng who was standing on the podium giving a lecture, and said in shock.

It turns out that the awesome guy is by my side!
It's because I'm too blind to see Taishan.

"But he is awesome, what does it have to do with me..."

After a pause, the scumbag boy said again. When he said this, his eyes showed the clear stupidity unique to male college students.

"you.."

"Forget it, go ahead and play."

The tall, thin and bespectacled boy wanted to explain to the bad boy how good he was at editing textbooks, but when he saw that the bad boy had already taken out his phone, even though the volume had been turned down to the lowest level, But the sound of [TIMI] still vaguely sounded, so I sighed and said.

"okay!"

The scumbag boy said happily, picked up the phone, looked at the game screen opened on the phone, and grinned.

It’s true that when TIMI rings, happiness appears; when TIMI rings twice, the teacher’s lecture is in vain; when TIMI rings three times, parents’ support is in vain!

A morning class, for some people, is just two or three games, but for some people, it is still very rewarding.After class, Zhao Sheng did not assign any homework. His classes always had no homework.

Whether or not to listen in class, whether to strengthen after class, whether to review before the exam, all depends on the students' volition.

Now is no longer the age when teachers talk earnestly for a long time and students rebel until they understand.

Zhao Sheng packed his things and was about to leave the classroom when a voice suddenly came.

"Teacher, can I copy this courseware?"

Zhao Sheng took a look and saw that it was the tall, thin boy with glasses who had just asked the question. When he looked at Zhao Sheng, something shone in his eyes, which was the light of thirst for knowledge!
"can."

Zhao Sheng nodded. He also put a lot of effort into making this courseware. It can be said that the contents of the courseware are all derived from clinical experience bit by bit. They have been tested in practice and can be obtained directly. Clinically used.

If you can memorize these knowledge points compiled by Zhao Sheng, not to mention other things, it will be very simple to do internships. Even doing emergency medicine in some community hospitals or county hospitals, this level is enough.

This tall and thin boy is very discerning and knows what really good things are.

Seeing the tall and thin boy coming to Zhao Sheng to copy the materials, the other paper kings were naturally not to be outdone and also came up to copy the materials. An atmosphere of competition vaguely spread.

Although we are all classmates now, there is still competition, such as grants, scholarships, various places, postgraduate entrance examinations, priority internships, etc. The university only has so many resources, and they need to be obtained through fierce competition.

It would be the same in any other part of society.

After copying the courseware and leaving the large classroom, Zhao Sheng looked at the time and saw that it was only eleven o'clock.

Compared with working in an emergency department, this class is relatively relaxed and there is no pressure.

There was still a little time before dinner, and Zhao Sheng returned to the lecturer's office.

"Old Zhao, get out of class is over?"

The person who spoke was Song Sixian, who had also returned from get out of class. He taught "Neuroanatomy", which can be said to be difficult to learn, memorize, and test, and it is even more difficult to apply it in practice.

Students with poor thinking skills will feel like listening to a book from heaven, let alone memorizing relevant knowledge points.

"Ah."

Zhao Sheng sat down, opened the thermos cup in his hand, took a sip of water soaked in wolfberry, American ginseng, astragalus and polygonatum, nodded and said.

"How is your class there?"

Song Sixian asked Zhao Sheng.

He'll be in a bad mood.

The content of "Neuroanatomy" is inherently boring. It is basically all memorization points that need to be memorized by rote. When it comes to this, no matter how high the teacher's level is, it will inevitably look like he is following a script.

What's more, students are still worried about failing the exam. Naturally, the classroom atmosphere cannot be said to be much better.

"On my side, it's okay. I've done what I said. If you don't eat even if you feed it to your mouth, then there's nothing I can do about it."

Zhao Sheng said casually.

The good thing about university teachers is that they don’t have much teaching pressure. The pressure mainly comes from scientific research.

University is a guided education, not a cramming-based education. This is completely different from the education method before university.

“Teaching is so hard.”

Song Sixian sighed with emotion.

"Students today are different from those back then. When we were studying, everyone really wanted to learn. They worked hard to learn the content that the teacher didn't teach."

"Most of the children who go to college now hope that the exams will be simple and easy to pass, and they are becoming more and more inert. On the other hand, for most universities, teaching has actually become dispensable. For teachers, Teaching is a technical job with low profit margins. Think about it, we work hard to prepare lessons and teach one class, but how much is the tuition fee?"

Zhao Sheng said very matter-of-factly.

(End of this chapter)