Some small pride in his heart drives him not only not to ask Mingkun for help, but also subconsciously to avoid all the possibilities of communication with Mingkun.
It took some time and some twists and turns, but fortunately, the final result was quite smooth. In addition to his minor medical double degree course, he chose the subject of psychological medicine.
The task of the course is not heavy, but the semester at that time has passed for more than a month, and Jiao Yang, who can't learn from the beginning, is still in some trouble.
He has to make use of his spare time to figure out what courses he has left behind, otherwise it will affect his subsequent lectures.
And medicine, after all, is different from other majors. There are many proper terms. The psychological medicine that Jiao Yang chooses will also involve more professional knowledge specific to human body. However, Jiao Yang, a layman with only one foot outside, has no effect on his own.
So, at this time, Mingkun appeared.
In the library where they often meet, sitting opposite him, they inadvertently skim the books he is studying hard. When they see the words on the cover clearly, their eyes are obviously bright.
"Senior!"
He lowered his voice, but Jiao Yang still recognized the joy in his tone.
Unexpectedly, this time, the bottom of Jiao Yang's heart did not conflict with the usual, and even some illusion of relief.
It's like I've been waiting for him to find out.
"Well?"
On the surface, he was as usual, raised his eyes, cast his cold eyes in the past.
"Senior, are you looking at psychological medicine?"
”Yeah. "
Jiao Yang answered. The person opposite had already stood up from his seat, came to him, opened the empty chair beside him and sat down.
"What do you see, senior? It's very difficult at the beginning, but it doesn't matter. I'm very interested in this subject, so I have to learn more solidly. If you don't know anything, ask me. "
Mingkun is very enthusiastic, even Jiaoyang is deeply infected.
At that moment, the bottom of Jiao Yang's heart inexplicably produced a sense of familiarity that he and his primary school brother, who didn't actually say a few words, were like friends who had known each other for many years.
Since then, the relationship between the two has gone by leaps and bounds.
Friendship, of course.
If you have to let Jiao Yang to recall, he is even a little vague. How did they start to meet and go to the library together.
All I remember is that Mingkun sorted out and printed out his own notes overnight, and gave him a copy to read according to his notes. However, every time he studied by himself, he sat beside him. Whenever he encountered problems that he could not understand, he could always get answers from him.
After contacting him, I found that Mingkun was not only a pretty boy, but also an excellent talent. He had made great progress in Science in various universities, and almost all of his elective subjects were among the best in the University.
How can someone be interested in learning knowledge in different fields? This is the case with Mingkun.
What really makes Jiao Yang appreciate him is the kind of seriousness and respect for life that Mingkun shows in his heart.
As a doctor, this is the most important, even more important than medical skills.