Chapter 814: Chapter 365: Voting with Their Feet, Nobility of Character
The most important thing in the world is timing. When the timing is right, everything else falls into place.
From the sixteen-year-old girl in the back of the classroom to the pig soaring through the dia, it all cos down to these two words.
So when Old Man Bai said the nursing ho residency was becoming more valuable, he was quite right:
To be fair, Old Man Bai’s academic prowess isn’t the top at the nursing ho now, but his status there is second to none, essentially because he was the first scholar Zheng Fa ever engaged with, establishing enough trust between them.
And the foreign scholars to be introduced next are bound to be of slightly higher average quality than this batch at the nursing ho:
The threshold is rising higher each ti.
For example, this ti, the visa regulations Group Leader Yang announced only t the requirents of a handful of top scholars from major international research institutions and leading disciplines.
Among them, there’s the Neurosurgery Departnt of the Kezhou dical Center in the Mountain Peak Country.
As Song Cheng stepped into the dical center building, his heart was full of ambition, feeling like he was treading a broad highway.
It’s well known that doctors, especially neurosurgeons, belong to the high-inco group in the Mountain Peak Country, and the competition is fierce as it is.
For soone like him, a foreigner, the cost is even higher.
Back in his own country, he graduated from a top dical university.
Yet over here, it’s almost like starting from scratch:
He has to complete nurous certification courses, start over with internships, and pass the local dical license exams.
Now at thirty-five, while so of his classmates back ho have beco departnt heads, he’s just formally starting his career.
But for Song Cheng, it’s all worth it!
Because he’s part of an internationally top-notch research team!
Compared to research, inco, and status in the dical field, he’s confident that he’ll surpass others, accumulating strength and setting for a bright future.
Compared to his classmates who stayed behind, he’s the one scaling the heights of dicine!
Entering the building, taking the elevator, and with a spring in his step, he arrives in front of an office.
Song Cheng takes a deep breath, curbs his excitent, looks at the naplate of Professor Huntington on the door, and gently knocks.
“Co in.”
A cold voice cos from inside.
Song Cheng feels even more nervous. Professor Huntington is known for being strict and harsh with his assistants and has quite the reputation at the dical center.
Years ago, there were even rumors of assistants unable to bear it and openly complaining about him.
However, the professor’s skills were just too good, and his network too extensive, so he essentially ruled the dical center, and the complaints were eventually left unresolved.
Since then, no one dared to stand against Professor Huntington, and he beca increasingly unrestrained. The research team was constantly understaffed due to people leaving.
Honestly, if not for this, he, a foreigner, might not have gotten in so easily.
When applying for this position, he also encountered the professor twice, and every ti he had this feeling——the professor probably didn’t even rember his face, taking him into the research team just to add another tool.
After recalling his struggles and efforts over the past decade, Song Cheng grits his teeth, ntally encourages himself for three seconds, and then pushes the door open, only to see Professor Huntington sitting behind his desk, staring at the computer screen, not even raising his head, with sunken eyes and thin lips, looking like soone not easy to deal with.
Perhaps sensing Song Cheng’s anxiety, Professor Huntington furrows his brow and says, “You’re wasting my ti…”
“Song?”
Song Cheng feels like he’s back in his hotown, witnessing a kind of national treasure—the art of face-changing.
He watched as the discontent on Professor Huntington’s face transford into joy within two seconds, the lips that were pressed down instantly opened into a toothy grin.
“Take a seat!”
Professor Huntington leaps up from behind his desk, enthusiastically pointing to the black leather sofa in the office.
“Professor?” Song Cheng is surprised, feeling like he hardly recognizes the Professor Huntington in front of him.
The man in front of him is so far from the rumors, or even the impression he had of the professor.
“Song, is there anything you’re having trouble adjusting to here?”
Professor Huntington’s next question leaves him dumbfounded, making him doubt his ears.
This kind of friendly concern, could it really be Professor Huntington?
“I… I’m quite getting used to it.” Song Cheng stamrs, seeing so urgency on Professor Huntington’s face, as if not knowing where to start, he quickly responds, “Professor, is there anything I can do for you?”
Sure enough, at this question, Professor Huntington’s eyes instantly fill with appreciation.
“Song? Are you familiar with the Immortal Zheng from your country?”
The three words “Immortal Zheng” are spoken in Chinese, sounding awkward to Song Cheng, but he still understands:
“Of course I know.”
This matter originally spread in his country, he’d seen it without paying much attention, thinking it was a rumor.
Later, with major upheavals in the world, and upon witnessing so phenona involving the sun, he started to believe by sixty percent.
It’s just he had to focus on studying and work. The matter was too distant from him, and the information he received was mixed with truths and rumors, leaving him with little clear understanding.
“Song, do you know that the Immortal Zheng runs a nursing ho?”
“I know.”
“That nursing ho is now recruiting.”
“Recruiting?”
Song Cheng is increasingly puzzled, not knowing why Professor Huntington brings this up.
“Recruiting scholars in various fields of dicine, pharmacy, and biology.” Professor Huntington’s pale complexion now has a hint of fervent red, “Including our Neurosurgery Repair!”
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