I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

Zhou Mo: You are not infected by me, are you?

Han Chen: No.

Then he sent another sentence: There will be surgery in the morning and rest at noon.

Han Chen actually did what he said, and began to take the initiative to explain the itinerary, and began to change.

Zhou Mo smiled slightly.

She said: OK, I will see you again at noon.

"Senior Sister, what's the matter? Are you smiling so happily?" Zhao Xiaoshuang couldn't help being puzzled when she saw Zhou Mo giggling while holding her phone.

Zhou Mo suddenly turned cold, "Have you finished what Director Shen told you?"

Zhao Xiaoshuang: "..." obediently buried her head in her work, and stopped asking any more questions.

These few days are the re-entry time for doctoral admission this year. As a member of the re-entry jury, Shen Qingyi participated in the doctoral re-examination organized by the college.

This year, a person originally applied for Shen Qingyi's doctorate and passed the initial test, but when he was notified to participate in the double entry, he sent an email to tell Shen Qingyi that he had also passed the interview of a medical school in the imperial capital, and he didn't need the initial test. He directly applied for the interview after the assessment, and he passed the interview.

Shen Qingyi suppressed her temper, read the email, forwarded it to Zhou Mo, and asked Zhou Mo to write a word of blessing.

Mentors are human beings too. How can you not be angry if you are bullied by your students, but if you are angry, you still have to reply with a few words of bright future and wish you success.

Shen Qingyi felt angry and couldn't speak, so he could only ask Zhou Mo to write a few sentences.

Zhou Mo also felt that it was a pity that the atmosphere in Shen Qingyi's group was not so good. Looking at the whole country, such mentors were rare.

Most of the current tutors have deteriorated. There are many news about students jumping off buildings, and they can probably estimate what the current academic atmosphere is like.

A mentor is no longer a mentor, but a boss.

Students are no longer students, but cheap labor.

The tutor engages in side jobs abroad, starts a company and engages in PY transactions with others, private work, company affairs, and daily chores are all handed over to the students. Anyway, whether a student can graduate or not depends on the tutor's words. The power of life and death is in the hands of the tutor. You can't obey.

As a result, squeezes and PUAs abound, and graduation is not granted, because once the students graduate and leave, no one will do the teacher's work.

Students do these jobs without a labor contract and without being paid. What a perfect "slave".

The junior sister with tetralogy of Fallot whom Zhou Mo helped before was that.

Her tutor, Gan Liyan, is a well-known PUA-type tutor in the academy. She made that school girl do private work, and she always loves yin and yang, oppressing, oppressing, and ridiculing.

The school girl already had tetralogy of Fallot, but Gan Liyan made such a fuss, the school girl fell ill and almost died.

Why are the students ignored by the PUA Academy, but as long as it involves human life, the academy will be scared, and the school leaders ran to condolences one by one, saying that they would solve her difficulties for her.

In fact, she was afraid that if she said it, the college would lose its reputation, and the leaders above would lose face.

Gan Liyan was also aware of the seriousness of the problem, and was probably interviewed by the college. When she graduated, she quickly signed the junior girl's thesis and review comments, without daring to get stuck at all.

"Senior sister, look at the large group of masters and doctors in our college, there are activities." Zhao Xiaoshuang reminded.

Zhou Mo logged on to WeChat and took a quick look. It was a table tennis and badminton competition organized by the Graduate Student Union of the college.

"Not interested in."

"There is a 1000 yuan bonus for the first prize."

"That's not interesting either."

Seeing that Zhou Mo was not in high spirits, Zhao Xiaoshuang asked, "Is it because of those people in the west building?"

The west building is where Zhou Mo studied in graduate school. At that time, Zhou Mo was working as an assistant in the graduate student's office, responsible for statistics, awards and awards, and had a bad relationship with some people in the west building.

The table tennis and badminton competitions this time were organized by the graduate student union, and many of the graduate student union members were from the west building.

The so-called graduate student union, like the undergraduate student union, is a student organization that "resolves problems and problems" for teachers.

"Senior sister, you and those people in the West Building are having an unpleasant fight, is it because of Senior Cheng Yuan?"

"Yeah." Zhou Mo asked, "You're well-informed."

When she helped Cheng Yuan, Zhao Xiaoshuang hadn't entered school yet.

"I heard from Senior Brother Suo that it was quite a big deal at the time," Zhao Xiaoshuang asked, "I was chatting with a classmate a few days ago, and I heard that Senior Sister Cheng Yuan went to a biomedical company called ONEPAPER after graduation, and she seems to have resigned recently. .”

"She resigned?" Zhou Mo was surprised, "Is it because of health or?"

Zhao Xiaoshuang: "I don't know very well either. Is her illness quite serious?"

"Well," Zhou Mo said, "I heard from her that she had surgery when she was a child, but the best age for surgery for tetralogy of Fallot is around one year old, and she only had it when she was nine years old, and it was a palliative surgery, so it didn't seem very successful. .”

"Things are impermanent," Zhao Xiaoshuang sighed, "Sister Cheng Yuan, I heard that she is very good."

"Yes, she receives the first-class scholarship every year, and her experimental skills are particularly solid. She is one of the rare people who can pass the statistics and experimental skills."

Those who study these majors are basically either doing statistics or doing experiments, or both, rarely.

Zhou Mo himself is purely engaged in statistics, mainly focusing on data processing, with little involvement in experiments.

"It is estimated that those people in the West Building have pink eye disease." Zhao Xiaoshuang said.

"The atmosphere in the West Building is like that," Zhou Mo said, having stayed there for three years.

From teachers to students, they are all "pink eye" patients. The tutors in the same teaching and research section are in the next office, and they can tear their faces apart and break up unhappy.

He also took the students under his hands together to push each other out.

The teachers formed cliques, and the students stood in line. Zhou Mo didn't like the atmosphere there very much.

Zhou Mo's previous mentor was a senior leader in the college, and his status was there. Professors who were younger than her didn't dare to do anything wrong, so Zhou Mo was passable.

Like Cheng Yuan, meeting a mentor with mediocre ability, bad personality, and extremely poor character is basically equivalent to going to hell.

In the group, I was suppressed by the teacher, and outside the group, I was squeezed out by other teachers' classmates.

Thinking about this day is sad.

Zhou Mo was only lucky that he was lucky, and changed his place when he was studying for a Ph. D., so he didn't have to face the mess in the west building.

Zhao Xiaoshuang: "Senior Sister, if I were you, I would go to this competition. You are so good at table tennis. If you come back first, you will be mad at them."

Zhou Mo: "How can I get the first place? They are the organizers of the event, which means they are the referees. If I go to participate, I won't piss them off, but I will only piss me off."

Zhao Xiaoshuang: "These people, no one cares about them?"

Zhou Mo smiled and said nothing.

The dean is from the teaching and research section over there in the west building, how should he manage it?

Zhou Mo asked without answering, "Xiao Zhao, do you think Director Shen wants to go to the First Hospital of Dongda University just because of the good treatment there?"

Zhao Xiaoshuang was stunned for a moment, as if she understood something.

"Yeah, our college is lifeless, full of gangsters, and internal friction is serious."