Kiss the moonlight

Chapter 11

Coming out of the operating room, Zhou Chongyue turned on her phone, and the only unread message in the middle of the night popped up on the screen.

[Ms. Zhou, the courseware has been sent to your mailbox, please check it. 】

Attached is a dynamic picture of a white and fat man with a green grass sprout growing on his head.

Probably the emoticons that they all like to use at this age, Zhou Chongyue has a little impression, I don't remember how long ago, Zhou Simu also posted it once.

He glanced at the time sent by WeChat, it was eleven fifty, which was just a few minutes before the end of the operation.

It was beyond Zhou Chongyue's expectation to stay up late to help him with the courseware.

But in such a quiet night, seeing the phrase "Teacher Zhou", and then thinking of the girl who called him "third uncle" during the day, and switching back and forth between the elder and the teacher, she seemed to be very smooth and clear.

The screen turned on, and Zhou Chongyue replied softly: [Thank you for your hard work, go to bed early. 】

It takes only a few seconds for the message to be sent.

[Good night Mr. Zhou, feel free to contact me if you have any questions after reading the PPT. 】

Zhou Chongyue: [Okay. 】

In the dormitory, Yun Nuo, who was lying quietly on the bed after washing, stared at the phone for a while, wondering if the word 'good' responded to the word 'good night' at the same time.

But I'm a little curious, would someone like Third Uncle take the initiative to say goodnight to others?

Probably... no.

Tuesday arrived as scheduled, and it was no surprise that the whole morning self-study was finished in a muddle.

Chen Jiajiu saw that the eyes of the people beside him were black and blue, staring at the textbook with a look of fugue, and couldn't help sighing: "Nuomi, why don't you take time to see a psychiatrist."

Every time I finish the experimental class, I will definitely have nightmares that night. If it were her, she would have collapsed a long time ago.

The bell rang, and everyone left the classroom one after another. Yun Nuo lazily stood up, tidying up her textbooks while talking to herself: "If it's really a psychological factor, it's troublesome."

How can a person who has a psychological barrier to anatomy perform operations on patients in the future.

"I don't think it's okay. If you can't be a surgeon, you can choose internal medicine." Chen Jianing saw through her anxiety at a glance.

The person in front of him was suddenly silent.

After being speechless for a while, Yun Nuo turned to look at her roommate and asked, "Why did you study medicine in the first place?"

Chen Jianiang said truthfully: "My family forced me to, they think doctors are my job."

"..."

Perhaps realizing that this reason was too cold, Chen Jianing added: "Of course, saving lives and healing the wounded is the ultimate mission of every doctor, and I will never forget this."

Yun Nuo nodded, and walked out of the classroom with her backpack.

The roommate followed behind and asked, "What about you? Why study medicine?"

Yun Nuo pulled her lips: "My dad also graduated from clinical practice back then, but he gave up halfway. I want to prove that I am better than him."

"Ah? Can it still be like this?"

Chen Jianing was curious: "Then what does your father do now?"

"Barely count it as a sale."

amount.

"Can sales be better than doctors?"

Yun Nuo shrugged: "He probably thinks that sales earn more than doctors."

Very realistic dad.

However, it makes sense.

The profession of doctor is not for young people. When you are in urgent need of money to get married and have children, it makes you poor and useless. When you really make some achievements, most people are already in their early 40s.

However, regarding Yun Nuo's reason for studying medicine, Chen Jianiang was somewhat unconvinced.

But everyone has their own secrets in their hearts. Even if they are close friends, she can't keep asking questions without thinking.

After breakfast, the first session in the morning is Academic English, Zhou Chongyue's class.

In order to avoid dozing off in class, before entering the classroom, Yun Nuo went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.

I came back refreshed, but only persisted for a few minutes, and started to feel sleepy again.

The class bell rang, and Zhou Chongyue appeared in front of the classroom on time.

Except for the first class, he doesn't seem to have the habit of calling names. The only thing is that before the formal lecture, he randomly checks a student to review the content of the previous class.

Yun Nuo, the teaching assistant, naturally bears the brunt.

When she heard the man calling her name, she was about to get up when Zhou Chongyue stepped down from the podium and motioned for her to sit down.

Puzzled, the students saw Zhou Chongyue approaching the girl, stopped in the aisle next to her, and closed the textbook for her.

The man's gentle voice fell from the top of his head: "Just write a few words silently."

The former English teacher also liked to dictate words, but the difference was that the teacher had to call the students to the blackboard to write.

Yun Nuo didn't seem nervous, and nodded slightly, getting ready.

Concentrating on it, Zhou Chongyue uttered a few English words one by one. The pronunciation was the same as before, with a low and magnetic voice, which made the cochlea tickle.

She reacted for two seconds, took a pen and wrote one by one in the notebook.

Acute myocardial infarction, electrocardiogram, congenital heart disease...

Some are not the content of the previous class, but some common vocabulary in the Department of Cardiology, but for some reason, Yun Nuo can almost memorize it by heart.

The front is going well, only stuck on the translation of the last word.

new strain of coronavirus.

She was writing, new strain of coronavirus.

Zhou Chongyue smiled faintly after reading it, without pointing out whether she was wrong or not, took the pen in her hand, and ticked the column behind her name in the student roster.

As soon as the man left, Chen Jianiang hurried over and whispered, "Nuomi, your usual grades should be stable."

Yun Nuo let out an 'hmm', did not speak, and focused on the vocabulary manual, looking up how to translate the group of words just now.

The immersed thoughts were soon interrupted by a commotion in the classroom. She raised her head and found that everyone was talking about the projection interface in front of the podium.

Chen Jianiang asked her with a suppressed smile, "Nuomi, is this the courseware you made for Teacher Zhou?"

"Yeah, what are they laughing at?" Yun Nuo looked blank.

Chen Jiajiu pointed to the PPT, the background of the dream castle, the color scheme of the macaron series, the candy-shaped buttons, and the cute and cute fonts.

A screen full of girlish hearts.

"Childish?" she asked.

Chen Jianiang: "It's not childish, it's because it doesn't match Mr. Zhou's temperament."

"..."

Understood.

Yun Nuo realized later, and frowned regretfully.

In the next second, she slowly raised her head and secretly looked at Zhou Chongyue on the stage.

Compared with the fierceness below, the man didn't react much. He started to tell everyone the lesson with a normal face, and only stopped after the noise lasted for more than ten seconds, and said slowly: "Please respect the fruits of other people's labor."

A sentence that is neither light nor heavy, silenced the classroom suddenly.

It is almost clear at a glance who prepared the courseware.

Everyone subconsciously turned their attention to the teaching assistant Yun Nuo. The girl's cheeks were slightly red, but her expression was very calm. Many girls are jealous.

It's not just her looks that are jealous, how could they forget that Yun Nuo is not only outstanding in appearance, but also a top student in the final assessment of each school year, and the scholarship is soft.

　The weather is getting cold recently, everyone pay attention to keep warm.

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(End of this chapter)