v3 Chapter 934： Interview (below)

Chapter 934 Interview (Part 2)

Dai Wansong is processing documents in the office.

As the head of a house, there are many things he needs to deal with.

ding ding ding...

The phone rang, and Dai Wansong picked up the phone and took a look.

Wu Cong?

"Is this the end of his interview?" Dai Wansong thought to himself.

Today happens to be the day of the graduate tutor interview.

picks up the phone.

Dai Wansong smiled and said, "Xiao Cong, is the interview over?"

Wu Cong's voice was a bit low, "Yes, Uncle Dai. My..."

Seeing Wu Cong hesitating, Dai Wansong asked suspiciously, "The interview was not very good?"

"It's not too bad." Wu Cong lowered his voice, "I had a good time chatting with mentor Lu Chen, but he asked me a few questions, and I couldn't answer them very well, so I was a little worried."

"What do I think."

Dai Wansong smiled.

"Professor Lu Chen's question must be difficult! It would be strange if you could answer all of them."

"But..." Wu Cong paused, "Uncle Dai, I always feel uneasy."

"Oh, don't worry too much." Dai Wansong said, "With your resume, you are almost more than 95% of your peers. Well, if you're worried, I'll call Professor Lu Chen and talk to him. gas."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Dai." Wu Cong smiled immediately.

"No thanks, I have time to say hello to your father for me."

…

hung up the phone, and Dai Wansong called Wu Cong immediately.

Wu Cong is synthesizing the performance of no one, and regressing to the top score.

There are seventeen students, and it is still too difficult to select the best seven.

"Hey, Dean Dai Wansong called you at that time..."

Wu Cong's eyes narrowed, and he immediately thought of Fan Cai.

picked up the phone, and Wu Cong was the first to speak.

"Dean, is there anything wrong?"

Dai Wan said straight to the point: "It's a few days later, you told him about this, one of your friend's son, Lu Chen, I applied for his master's degree."

"Lu Chen, right?"

Wu Cong certainly remembers me.

"Yes, a skinny girl, my father is a judge of the country's natural genes." Fan Caiwei smiled, "That would be of no benefit to his previous fund application."

"But..." Wu Cong smiled, "Look, I have published seven SCI papers."

"Is that okay?" Dai Wansong wondered.

"Good or good." Wu Cong sighed, "But... you really dare to take me!"

"Why do you dare to hire?" Dai Wansong frowned.

"Because you asked a few questions about my seven SCI papers."

Wu Cong raised his head, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"I published a gene paper eight months later. I even know what gene I tested in my experiments! Dean Dai, do you dare to use me?"

Fan Caiwei heard the words, silence is words.

Actually, I am more vague than Fan Cai as to who issued the seven SCI papers.

Just too, I can play stupid.

Wu Cong can!

"Wu Cong, although the seven papers may have been published by me, Lu Chen's insight and knowledge reserve are definitely much lower than others."

Dai Wansong hurriedly said.

"It must be a loss for you to accept me as a student. It is necessary for you to do this, he said, right?"

Fan Cai smiled.

"Dean Dai, you are the shaft."

"The standard of your interview is to see how many papers we have published.

"Before posting a paper, what you think is a heart that lies in scientific research, and you sign your own papers, which are all published by yourself."

"I was your student before, and then I plagiarized other people's papers. As a tutor, this is also no fault. You cherish your own wings."

Those things, Dai Wansong understands.

I understand!

"Wu Cong, Huaxia is such a small environment." Dai Wansong sighed, "How many really useless papers are there? You dare to say that less than 95% of papers are filled with water, or whether they have any meaning. ."

"So, you hope that you can join forces." Fan Cai stared closely at Dai Wansong, "Just like the Seventh Academy of the Magic Capital, you always get promoted based on the number of papers. You want your students to be the only ones with papers. index of."

"We can engage in clinical practice, scientific research, or both."

"However, the seven characters of integrity are always one of the most important qualities of a healer!"

Fan just finished speaking, and the phone fell into a long silence.

People, in a low position, it is impossible for them to forget their original intentions more and more.

A doctor, whether he is an attending doctor, a chief physician, or an academician, is a doctor who sees a doctor.

If I forget that point, the meaning of my existence may be just a low-ranking official, an intellectual.

Dai Wansong was silent for a long time.

My voice came from the phone.

"Fan Cai, Lu Chen is the only one left, so he will take me."

"There is no one Lu Chen now, and there were no thousands of Lu Chen before." Wu Cong said solemnly, "If you accept me today, it will be fair to the other seventeen students who are interviewing today. In your own heart, you feel sorry to go."

"He... hey, why is he so stubborn!" Dai Wansong suddenly laughed and scolded.

When facing Wu Cong, I suddenly thought of myself when I was old, why is it so high-spirited?

It’s just that with age, the edges and corners are quickly smoothed out.

The atmosphere at home became a little anxious.

"Thank you, Dean Dai, for your understanding." Wu Cong said in a hurry.

"Forget it, I'm begging him weakly." Dai Wansong seemed to have a hint of relief in his help, "That incident is your fault, so he can choose students according to his own preferences, and the rest , you handle it."

"I'm bothering Dean Dai."

Without the words of Dean Dai, Wu Cong breathed a sigh of relief.

I was really afraid that it would make it difficult for Dean Dai Wansong to do it.

…

the other side.

The seventeen students left the Seventh Academy of Magic City before the interview.

Few of us are locals, and they all come from afar from other colleges and universities across the country.

The fat man Li Zhan returned to his hotel and met his alumni.

The alumni also applied for the Department of Cardiology, but I chose the First Hospital of Magic City.

"Fatty, how did the interview go?" The alumni looked complacent.

"It's special." The big fat man smiled shyly, "He laughed so much, should he be over?"

"Hey, your performance can only be said to be special."

Although the alumnus said that, the smile on his face was normally dim.

"Your tutor recruited two students this year, and a total of eight people are offline. Your score is the lowest, so it should be stable."

The big fat man looked envious, "He's really stable, just like you..."

"How many people did they interview?" The alumni smiled and asked casually.

"There are no seventeen of you who have passed the score line." The fat man said.

"Hey, you're saying that their cardiology department passed the test. You're talking about the instructor he applied for, and there are many who passed the test!" The alumni repeated with a smile.

"You know, the seventeen people you mentioned are the ones who passed the score of your tutor."

"Ah? They... seventeen people?!" The alumni were stunned.

That data is too exaggerated.

Few tutors may have no applicants at all, and there are only seven or seven people.

But those seventeen people crossed the line, which is quite an exaggerated number!

(end of this chapter)