Martial Doctor Supreme

Yang Mu naturally didn't know. Not long after he left, Shang Qingdai met Wu Yanmei, and it was like a war filled with gunpowder smoke.

Fang Xing's smile immediately froze, and he looked at the blond middle-aged man angrily.

He looked unwilling, and was about to say something when he suddenly saw a familiar face in the crowd.

Fang Xing sneered in his heart, if he had known about this situation earlier, he would never have let the other party follow him.

So he was in a good mood and took Ruan Tang out for a big meal that night.

More than half an hour later, the school bus stopped at the gate of the southern district of Tianhai Medical University.

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Among the reception staff, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking elegant came out with an easy-going smile.

Seeing that the Chinese medicine practitioner, who he regards as a glory, is so despised by others, he only feels that his heart has been punched, and he can't tell the depression and heartache, and at the same time, there is nothing he can do.

Fang Xing said angrily: "Mr. William, don't go too far! This event, but I took the initiative to contact the school and then held it!"

If you have any questions, you can ask me at any time. Next, I will take you to visit the School of Chinese Medicine. "Just after the middle-aged man finished speaking, a blond and blue-eyed middle-aged man walked out of the medical university, and said with a very heavy accent:

Yang Mu thought about it for a while, and then he understood the significance of this activity.

Ruan Tang pouted and said coquettishly, "Whoever said that visiting a medical university must be a doctor, so you can say whether to go or not!

Holding this kind of activity is nothing more than competing for high-quality students.

"Hey, Mr. Fang, it's a little inappropriate for you to say that? It doesn't matter who organized the event, what matters is the students' thoughts!"

The School of Clinical Medicine, which teaches Western medicine, is the most incompatible with their School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The competition between the two schools is also the most intense. How can he make the other party do what he wants.

"Just at the department meeting this morning, I was just appointed as the admissions director of the clinical medical school. I gave a good introduction to the clinical medical school for these students. That's what I should do."

The students looked at each other in dismay, but they didn't expect that they would face such a multiple-choice question just after they came here.

During the meal, Ruan Tang told Yang Mu that there was an activity arranged by the school tomorrow and Saturday, and he hoped that Yang Mu would accompany her to participate.

After a brief silence, seventy or eighty percent of the students raised their hands.

Fang Xing said with a sullen face: "Take the students to visit the clinical medical school, of course, but we will talk about it after the visit to the school of Chinese medicine!"

"What activity?" Yang Mu looked at her puzzled.

"Mr. Fang, this place is relatively close to our clinical medical school. In my opinion, let's visit us first!"

The next morning, Yang Mu drove Ruan Tang to the school. After meeting with his teachers and classmates, they went to Tianhai Medical University together.

The reason why she wanted Yang Mu to visit Tianhai Medical University together was not "visiting" or "medical university" at all, but this way, Yang Mu would be able to accompany her more.

But then again, if the other party is cheeky and insists on following, there is actually nothing that can be done against the other party.

People also thought that if it was a medical university, you would be more interested, but it turned out that you would be better off asking this and that. Don't even go! "

This kind of situation has attracted the curious eyes of some students' parents, but more, undoubtedly, the jealous eyes of the male students.

Although he never thought of accepting apprentices, nor did he have the slightest interest in teaching others medical skills, Ruan Tang was undoubtedly an exception.

Therefore, in Fang Xing's view, it is no problem to visit the clinical medical school, but after the school of Chinese medicine.

Yang Mu laughed dumbly, "Okay. I won't ask more, I'll just go with you tomorrow!"

He was just wondering why the other party was so active today, saying that he wanted to lead these students to visit the school with him, and he dared to compete with himself for the source of students?

It's just this kind of careful thinking, naturally, it won't be honest and clear.

Ruan Tang immediately smiled and continued to eat.

William smiled and looked at the students in front of him, "How about this! This matter is up to the students themselves.

Do you want to visit the School of Clinical Medicine first, or the School of Chinese Medicine? If you want to visit the clinical medical school first, raise your hand and show Teacher Fang a look. "

The high school where Ruan Tang is located ranks among the top in Tianhai City. Every year, many people are admitted to Qingbei-class colleges and universities.

Among the remaining students, there are still a large part of them with the mentality of coming to play, so it doesn't matter which college to visit first.

Because the school said that they could bring their family members, there were many parents of students present, and it was rare to bring a big brother like Ruan Tang.

"Tianhai Medical University..."

The first college I visited was undoubtedly the one that left the deepest impression.

If in the process of visiting, you increase your goodwill towards that university, the possibility of applying for that university later will naturally be greatly improved!

"You, you know how to pretend to be a good child in front of others, but in front of me, you don't speak the slightest sense. I can't even ask one more question?"

Fang Xing looked at the students who raised their hands, and found that some students' parents also raised their hands. Obviously, they didn't want their children to spend years studying Chinese medicine.

Over the years, there have been fewer and fewer high-quality students who fill in the majors of the School of Chinese Medicine. It was so easy to get such an event, and the clinical medical school has to come to snatch people, which is really hateful.

The blond middle-aged man smiled and said without a smile: "This place is closer to the Clinical Medical School than the School of Chinese Medicine. There is no reason to go to the School of Chinese Medicine first!"

Not long after getting off the bus, the reception staff of Tianhai Medical University appeared quickly.

No wonder!

Fang Xing rubbed his eyes and said in a somewhat uncertain voice, "Is it the genius doctor Yang?"

Ruan Tang said: "The event jointly organized by the school and Tianhai Medical University is for us to visit there."

She pouted like she could hang an oil bottle, and she looked cute and naive, as if she was saying hurry up and agree, and then coax me well.

"Classmates! Welcome to visit Tianhai Medical University. I am Fang Xing, the organizer of this event, and the admissions officer of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Yang Mu muttered and looked at Ruan Tang, "Why haven't I heard of it before, do you want to be a doctor? If you want to be a doctor, instead of going to some medical university, why don't I teach you personally?"

The question is, this event was proposed and organized by myself, so why should the other party intervene?

Obviously, no one is interested in the School of Chinese Medicine at all.

Facing Fang Xing's annoyed eyes, the middle-aged blond looked calm, coughed and laughed:

Ruan Tang was naturally very happy when Yang Mu came back.

Ruan Tang's friends were no strangers to Yang Mu, and when they saw him coming together, they were all very happy and enthusiastic, surrounded by Yang Mu, and you were like a group of cheerful larks.