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

People have to learn to give up some things.


In the past, he had no choice but to move forward, but now... someone else is more suitable than him.


It's just, he wonders if he can witness the time when the fierce sunshine melts the snow.


Chen Gong pushed open the dorm door and walked straight in.


"Exactly, you're a fifth-year who doesn't need to take exams. We do!"


Upon seeing Chen Gong return, everyone in the dorm simultaneously flipped him the bird.


Chen Gong thought about it and realized it was true.


Fifth-year students are mostly rotating through departments and don't have any exams.


But now, with the holidays approaching and exams drawing near, everyone had to start getting serious.


To say that medical school is a post-high-school senior year mostly refers to this period before finals.


Chapter 17: The Gift_3