Chapter 865: [865] Strive to communicate Chapter 865: [865] Strive to communicate The people in the back listened to the quiet dispute between the two and could be certain of only one thing: whether Xie Wanying and the new foreign professor could communicate smoothly might become the crucial point for everyone in the car.
As someone who was just a novice intern, could she communicate with a foreign professor?
Dai Nanhui and Geng Lingfei, sitting in the back row, looked around, wondering if they could manage it if they were in her shoes.
Fan Yunyun’s hand nervously clutched at the clothes on her chest, “Go Senior Sister Xie, you can do it.”
“What exactly will they talk about?” Yao Jie asked the others, somewhat nervous as if watching a detective movie.
“They’re speaking too softly, I can’t hear,” admitted Doctor Kim, who could only judge by the expressions of the two as they spoke.
The people in the back all looked on.
They could see Nie Jiamin’s silent profile. He truly seemed to dislike speaking, often propping his left hand under his chin, with eyes slightly downcast, assuming a high posture of vaguely listening to others.
Dealing with a silent technical leader was the hardest. If the subordinates didn’t express opinions that excited the leader’s nerves, they risked receiving a disdainful glance from the leader at any moment.
The group was anxious for Xie Wanying, watching how she would cope.
Senior Tao had said Professor Nie was very capable. Out of respect for the professor, Xie Wanying took out a notebook and laid it on her knees, ready to record every word the leader said, the ballpoint pen in her hand poised to write.
Would the new teacher be very strict? Could it be more difficult to communicate with him compared to when she first started at General Surgery Department Two and met a bunch of aloof-faced teachers? Obviously, if the communication with a teacher was sincere and technical, there wouldn’t be an issue of the teacher deliberately making things difficult for the students. Xie Wanying had always adhered to the philosophy she once told President Wu: a truly great technical teacher wouldn’t have any issues with medical ethics.
Clearing her throat, she introduced herself to the new teacher following Senior Tao’s instructions before he left, “I’m a 96 Class surgical intern, just entered clinical internship about four months ago. I’ve been to General Surgery, and now I’m in Hepatobiliary Surgery.”
Nie Jiamin tilted his head, first checking her level of spoken English. It was clear that hers was the level of a domestic student, never having gone abroad for exchange, speaking English with a bit of an accent. She could prepare herself to speak fairly smoothly, but when asked something, she probably would have to pause.
Students who truly lived and studied abroad were used to communicating with locals and spoke more colloquially. Much like how people in China speak Mandarin with frequent subject or auxiliary word omissions and various dialects emerging. This undoubtedly made it easier to connect with foreign teachers. She lacked this advantage now, but this didn’t mean she was completely incapable.
You see, students who had just started studying abroad were quite similar to her, and those students, once overseas, were quickly sorted by teachers into two types. One type struggled with verbose and stuttering English, and also lacked logic in their expressions – these students were known to the teachers as low-level. The other type, perhaps not speaking English as natively but possessing their own demeanor and charisma, would draw the listener’s attention away from their linguistic flaws and onto the person themselves. This latter type had the potential to become an elite overseas.
Everyone has strengths and weaknesses – how to blend those weaknesses into overall abilities and elevate them is a part of personal charm.
Clearly, she belonged to the latter group.