"Once she leaves, we'll need to hire more people for the Traditional Chinese dicine departnt. If any of you are interested, you should give it a try. Seriously, I don't know how else to convince you, but once you go there, you'll know what it ans to hit the jackpot."
At this point, Ji Xiuwen paused and continued, "I'm serious. Over there, I have a chance to practice every day, and with Lu Xuan overseeing everything, that guy is so eager to share everything he knows with .
I'm almost annoyed, wishing my brain were a portable hard drive, so I could just copy and paste everything he says.
Following him, you really can learn a lot."
Everyone was stunned.
"Really? Is that true?"
While everyone was taken aback by Ji Xiuwen's words, Zhao Xiaohui suddenly brought everyone back to reality: "Gu Huahua has sent a ssage in the group."
Two years ago, Gu Huahua wasn't a very diligent person. But after failing a course that year, he seed to transform, becoming ticulous in his work. His grades improved steadily, and he beca one of the top students in the class, surprising many people at the ti.
No one expected that Gu Huahua, who had been failing, would beco a top student in just over six months.
After Lu Xuan left Room 215, Gu Huahua felt a rush of excitent, unable to sit still.
He was so eager to share the news with others.
When he first received the offer to be transferred to the United South Chinese dicine Association as Elder Zhang's assistant, he felt both proud and honored. Among his many classmates who ca to Yong City for developnt, he was the only one to join the prestigious United South Chinese dicine Association and beco Elder Zhang's assistant.
He had ntioned this himself during a chat with his classmates.
Young people care about their reputation, and it's not just them—everyone does to so extent—but for young people, it's more so. He enjoyed the admiration he received from others in the group.
From that point on, he always thought he might be the most successful one in the future, beco an attending physician, an associate chief Traditional Chinese dicine doctor, or even a chief Traditional Chinese dicine doctor.
If he could beco Elder Zhang's student, one day entering the United South Chinese dicine Association as a clinic physician wasn't out of the question.
He envisioned his future as Elder Zhang's assistant.
However, upon arriving at the United South Chinese dicine Association, reality hit him hard.
Just one morning as an assistant was enough for him to realize that even as Elder Zhang's assistant, there was no shortcut to success.
Here, you had to rely on yourself entirely.
Furthermore, lacking talent ant that even if Elder Zhang was kind, he wouldn't accept a student without a solid foundation.
The morning's events were a huge blow to him.
But it was nothing compared to the impact of that afternoon's scene.
Ever since Lu Xuan left Room 215, Gu Huahua couldn't stop thinking about that familiar figure—Lu Xuan's composure and confidence while chatting with Elder Zhang, and Elder Zhang's generous praise of him.
Additionally, Elder Zhang ntioned recomnding Lu Xuan for a position as a director of the Yong City Chinese dical Association.
It was then that Gu Huahua realized the path that might take them ordinary people a lifeti to complete, Lu Xuan had accomplished in just over half a year.
Since graduating and coming to Yong City.
Gu Huahua had many plans for his future. He thought that maybe in a few decades, he could beco a chief Traditional Chinese dicine doctor, or at the very least, an associate chief was a feasible ambition.
But he never thought he'd have the chance to practice at the United South Chinese dicine Association.
Nor did he expect to join the Yong City Chinese dical Association, even if just as a mber.
It wasn't that he didn't want to; he just didn't dare to dream.
How many chief physicians are there in Yong City, and how many of them get to practice at the United South Chinese dicine Association?
And how many can beco a mber of the Yong City Chinese dical Association or even a director?
They were few and far between.
Gu Huahua never considered himself to be among them, nor did he think he had that kind of talent.
"Elder Zhang, I'm going to the restroom."
Gu Huahua stood up and said.
Zhang Jingcai had long noticed Gu Huahua's distracted behavior, especially since Lu Xuan left Room 215, when he just sat there in a daze, occasionally needing a reminder to fill in information.
But Zhang Jingcai did not ntion it; if it were him in that situation, he'd probably be dazed as well.
After all, who would have thought that their classmate had beco so accomplished—such a blow and shock would be enormous for any young person.
Zhang Jingcai could understand.
Because even he was stunned by Lu Xuan's vast knowledge.
Let alone Gu Huahua.
Seeing Gu Huahua wanting to go out and take a breath, Zhang Jingcai waved his hand and said, "Go on, but co back soon. We still need you to register the information here; handling stuff on the computer isn't as smooth for us older folks as it is for you youngsters."
Gu Huahua nodded instinctively, took a deep breath, and left the consulting room.
Gu Huahua went to the restroom, entered one of the stalls, took out his phone, found the group chat with his classmates, took a deep breath, and shared his discoveries of the day: "Is everyone wondering what Lu Xuan is doing at the United South Chinese dicine Association?"
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