"And then?"
Their eyes t.
Gu Tong asked nonchalantly.
"I want to beco soone like you, teacher! I dream of becoming a Royal Doctor. I believe this is my opportunity! I am determined to realize my dream, no matter how tough or tiring it is, I can endure it. So, teacher, go ahead and push to my limits!"
Gu Tong: "..."
Student with glasses: "..."
All students: "..."
"Push you to your limits? What’s going on with the vibe in this class?"
The male classmate spoke with force and gave a generous speech, his spirited deanor affecting everyone’s mood.
No doctor doesn’t want to beco a renowned doctor, no doctor doesn’t want a good teacher. Once you’ve chosen this profession, you want to be the best. This is the heart of a Doctor!
"Kid, you’re quite bold." Gu Tong’s light remark broke the stalemate. She sat down casually on the desk, naturally crossed her legs, glanced back at the male student, and said, "Kid, listen up! In this classroom, the boldest person is alone!"
Male student: "..."
Student with glasses: "..."
All students: "..."
Okay, okay...
You’re the boldest...
The most amazing, alright...
But, speaking of which, teacher, is your focus a bit off...
"Alright, everyone stop lingering here! Those who need to run, get out and run. Those who don’t want to attend the elective course, go back and play with your own teachers."
Gu Tong waved her hand grandly, driving away the other students watching the spectacle at the doorway. As a first-ti teacher, her first class turned out to be such a scene.
This godly vibe was exactly like her style.
"Yes!"
All the students quickly responded, then, not daring to linger any longer, they left the class directly, as if there were wolves or tigers behind them.
With the students gone, the classroom beca silent. Gu Tong rubbed her forehead and said, "You know the theoretical knowledge of surgery, right?"
Just now, the male student said he dread of becoming a battlefield doctor and was determined, so he must be familiar with battlefield doctors.
Theoretical knowledge of surgery is the most basic subject, and if he is really keen, he would definitely choose to learn it.
"I know!"
He knows all the basic operations, but hasn’t chosen this elective, making it challenging to get practical experience, which is why the male student stayed in the classroom.
"Very good!" Not having to teach theoretical knowledge, Gu Tong thanked the heavens, and said, "First, your study content is to practice mastering the use of the scalpel. Precision and swiftness are key! The practice materials are in the iron cabinet at the back, go choose what’s suitable for you."
In this kind of activity classroom, dical supplies are usually well-prepared, so there’s no need to worry about so-called consumption.
The Academy goes to great lengths to cultivate talent and spares no expense.
"Alright." The male student replied happily, then added, "By the way, teacher, my na is Sheng Yiweng!"
Thinking about it carefully, since entering the classroom, he hadn’t introduced himself yet. Gu Tong was like Sheng Yiweng’s idol, hoping his idol would rember his na.
"Got it."
Gu Tong walked gently to the podium, sat calmly on the chair, and picked up the almost useless teaching syllabus in her hand.
In her mind, mories surfaced of her school days when she often frustrated her professors, making them jump with anger, and couldn’t help but cover her forehead again.
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