Bo Jinghang took the tools handed by Qin Yiren, and gracefully pointed out her mistake, explaining which one was correct, what type it was, and in what situations it was often used during surgery.
Qin Yiren listened very seriously. If it wasn't for the inappropriate setting, she would have liked to jot it all down in a little notebook.
However, although this content was part of the teaching, it seemed a bit too easy for the students of the Medical University.
A girl standing at the front pouted and said unhappily, "Professor Bo, I was originally supposed to be the assistant today. Why did you invite a newcomer who knows nothing to replace me? Do you have a problem with me?"
Do girls nowadays speak so candidly?
Qin Yiren silently noted Bo Jinghang's instruction, looking up at the pouting girl with a face of grievance, suddenly understanding what the girl was really upset about.
