Chapter 51: A girl and forty-nine boys 3
After a lengthy speech, Ren Chongda picked up the thermos he had brought with him to the podium, opened the lid, and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.
The newcomers below were all abuzz, discussing the information Ren Chongda had shared.
Among them, Ren Chongda’s remark that “top students in the eight-year program will inevitably be top students in clinical practice as well” was like injecting adrenaline into everyone, and they were all extremely excited.
Top students, each and every one of them. This competition, unmatched by any other institutions across the nation. And in the field of medicine, the most profound of disciplines. Life sciences could be said to be the most mysterious of all sciences, the closest to the divine realm.
The number one medical class in the nation could also be called the number one science whiz class or something of the sort.
Thud, thud, there was a knock on the classroom door. The marketplace-like classroom suddenly quieted down as if they had caught a whiff of something, and the chatter ceased once again.
“Who is it?” Ren Chongda asked.
“Teacher Ren.” The door opened, and a bespectacled woman in her thirties poked her head through the gap in the door to speak to Ren Chongda, “Do you have a student named Xie Wanying in your class?”
“Yes, what’s she done?”
All eyes in the classroom, including Ren Chongda’s, turned to look at the only “little princess” in the class.
Xie Wanying herself was clueless as to why this woman was looking for her, her expression one of bewilderment.
“Here’s the situation, Teacher Ren. The train station called, saying they were looking for a medical student from Guoxie who saved a passenger’s life on the train. The patient’s family and the train station are planning to jointly produce a banner of honor to be presented to our school. When our school heard about it, first they were thrilled, for the compassionate heart of a student trained by them is the thing teachers are most proud of. Second, after checking and double checking, they just couldn’t find anyone by the name of Xie Wanying among the medical students who have entered clinical rotations. So after an extensive search, the only student list left was that of the new students in your class, Teacher Ren, with a student named Xie Wanying. Hence, I came to inquire about the matter,” the woman said, adjusting her glasses.
“Did you save someone?” Ren Chongda asked the student.
“Is the patient’s surname Fang?” Xie Wanying replied calmly and coolly, not immediately assuming the situation involved her, though it was a possibility.
“That’s right, it is Fang!” The woman’s glasses gleamed with excitement. “So it was really you? Tell us, what did you do?”
“Precordial Thump. Because he had a sudden onset of malignant arrhythmia,” said Xie Wanying.
The others listened to her content, but what surprised them even more was the tone in which she spoke.
Generally speaking, if a medical student had saved someone and was being praised, they would act like a shy child. This is because medical students saving lives don’t have much confidence; each rescue is like hitting the jackpot. Only someone like Xie Wanying, who spoke with such composed and seasoned tone, could be a professional doctor who has been fighting it out in clinical practice for a few years, at least.
“Is she the child of a doctor?”
“Are her parents doctors?”
“Is her father or her mother a thoracic surgeon or a cardiologist?”
“An emergency physician is also possible.”
The two teachers shared the same suspicions and asked, “What do your parents do? At which hospital do they work?”
“My father is a truck driver, and my mother lost her job after giving birth to my little brother and runs her own small business to help with the family expenses,” Xie Wanying answered.
“No way!” exclaimed the classroom in amazement.