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Qin Yusong did not grade the papers, but he participated in the interviews throughout.

The ones that met his expectation him didn’t exceed five.

When he mentioned that Great Xia University’s high-achieving student’s liver anatomy drawing was too ugly, he was referring to Chen Wenxin.

Chen Wenxin’s written exam score was also just average, 58 points.

But Si Fuqing, a celebrity guest, scored 60 points.

Qin Yusong was a chief physician, sharp-eyed, and of course, he could see that Si Fuqing was hitting the key points in her answers.

It can be said that there was definitely no problem with her scoring full marks on that test.

He hadn’t intended to compare the celebrity guests with these interns.

But there were always those who were not convinced.

The interns all saw the scores on the papers.

60 points.

A passing score, but it had already outperformed many others.

“See that?” Qin Yusong’s gaze swept across, “You’re a medical student, scored 55, can’t even compare to someone who had three days of training?”

Wu Wanying’s face turned bright red, stuttering, unable to say a word.

She only felt her hands and feet ice-cold, with everyone’s gaze feeling like needles in her back, making it hard for her to breathe.

Bai Jinxi was also greatly shocked, her face burning hot.

That day, Si Fuqing was already incredible to be able to answer the questions.

But she actually scored 60 on the written test?

“I memorized in advance,” Si Fuqing timely spoke up, “Teacher Qin, I have a photographic memory.”

Qin Yusong didn’t expose her, instead, he showed her a smile.

He blinked and mouthed, “Next time, you can aim even lower.”

Si Fuqing:

She decided, next time she would turn in a blank test.

But at this moment, Lu Xingheng whistled, “Teacher Si is amazing, not answering many questions, but still scored 60. If you had answered all of them, it would have been more than 60.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he received Si Fuqing’s death stare.

Lu Xingheng closed his mouth shut.

In the following teaching sessions, Wu Wanying and Chen Wenxin didn’t dare to say a word.

Bai Jinxi also didn’t dare to cause any more trouble.

She just hoped to start clinical practice as soon as possible.

Clinical practice would show Si Fuqing that having theoretical knowledge alone was not enough.

“Alright, I’ll take the cardiology group,” after finishing the class, Qin Yusong closed the book, “Dr. Chen, you’ll take the neurosurgery group, the rest will go with Dr. Liu, and the two celebrity guests can choose freely.”

After the departments were assigned, the members separated.

Si Fuqing thought for a moment, then went backstage.

When Director Qin saw her, his tone sounding slightly down, “Tell me, what is it that you still can’t do?”

Bringing this up made Si Fuqing feel melancholic, “I’m a disaster in the kitchen.”

Director Qin responded, “… that’s enough.”

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow and asked, “Director Qin, I have a favor to ask.”

“Don’t talk to me in that tone,” Director Qin said nervously, “You speak first.”

“Cut that part just now, don’t broadcast it,” Si Fuqing said, “I’ve studied longer than them, don’t let the audience think they’re incompetent. Studying medicine is tough.”

Hearing this, Director Qin was stunned for a while before he finally came to his senses, “You… okay, I’ll listen to you. Originally, that segment wasn’t there anyway. The production team positioned you as a pretty vase.”

“I understand,” Si Fuqing said solemnly, “I’ll try not to be more natural next time.”

Director Qin nodded, suddenly feeling something was off, “You studied longer than them? Even the youngest of them are almost twenty-five, how much longer can you study?”

Si Fuqing told the truth, “Three hundred years.”

Director Qin said, “…Do you still have those pills? Give me a few more bottles.”

He might need to transplant a heart of steel.

In the first week of internship, they only followed the chief physicians to inquire about the patients’ medical history and perform some basic examinations.

But for medical students without clinical experience, communicating with patients was a big challenge.

At last, the day’s internship ended, and even Lu Xingheng felt exhausted and went back to rest.

Qin Yusong entered the office and saw the lights still on at the desk.

Si Fuqing was sitting in front of the computer, very focused.

Qin Yusong was first surprised, then amazed, “You’re still here?”

It was already midnight.

Even the nurses changed shift and went home, let alone the interns.

He wasn’t strict with Si Fuqing for two reasons.

Firstly, because she was a celebrity guest, participating in this variety show couldn’t be too harsh.

Secondly, because he couldn’t be strict with her.

She could answer any question fluently, and her integration of theory and practice was perfect.

She was born to be a doctor.

But it’s a pity she’s a celebrity.

“Hmm, there was something today that I didn’t quite understand, so I’m reviewing it in the books,” Si Fuqing looked up, “Teacher Qin, you don’t need to worry about me, you can go home.”