Holding an inch ruler

"Am I not normal?"
"Abnormal!"
"What's abnormal about me?"
"Where are you normal? Who else would eat lamb spine and report the owner for using sheep with congenital spinal deformities?"
"Who else would drink a coffee and insist on explaining what tarry stools are?"
"Where's there a medical student who has won a national science and technology first prize?"
"Where's there a student who makes professors serve them tea and water?"
"Where's there a resident doctor who's scolded the chief so harshly they're drenched in dog's blood?!"
"Where's there a doctor..."
"Tell me... where are you normal?!"
Chen Gong fell silent for a moment, looking at the other person, "To live, one doesn't need to be too normal!"
...
Rather than mentally exhausting oneself, it's better to drive others crazy. Just as the saying goes, to live, one doesn't need to be too normal!
Similarly, to be a doctor, one definitely doesn't need to be too normal!

Being a doctor doesn't need to be too normal

"Dean Yang, Director Qi, I'll head back first and wait for your good news."


Chen Gong saw Xiao Hongjun off to his car.


"With the school-run enterprise, how much say do you have?"


After pondering for a moment, Chen said, "Me? I should have quite a bit of say... I suppose."


"After all, I am the technology provider."


On hearing this, Xiao Hongjun was dumbfounded.


The next day, Xiao Hongjun, along with the staff, signed the relevant contracts with the school.


The one million in funding, due to the contract, wasn't held up by the school, and was given in full to the Basic Medical College.


Moreover, the school was quite progressive now.


There was no resistance towards school-run enterprises; in fact, there was significant interest shown.


All these were predicated on the fact that Chen Gong's team actually possessed the relevant basic technical skills.


Chapter 11: Set Off, Race! (Requesting Monthly Pass)_2