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Chapter 451 Ask Qiao Yimo to Ask a Question
Qiao Yimo raised her eyes and smiled at He Xueming who was opposite, "Dr. He, I'm a student of Qingbei University's Department of Medicine. Is it inappropriate for you to ask me to write a question?"

Although her level is good enough to pass S-level questions
He Xueming raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You little girl, anyway, you are going to inherit the position of the dean of the Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine. It's okay to let you experience the task of writing the question in advance."

He was almost pissed off by the last time he applied for the exam.

This little girl actually applied for the medical department of Qingbei University and was unwilling to come back to take over the position of dean, she really looked down on them
But anyway, he still applied for the medical department, which made him somewhat comforted.

However, now that everyone has come, I can't let him return empty-handed, I have to help him give the topic!
He Xueming patted the table, blew his beard and stared, and began to play tricks, "I don't care, if you don't help me with the question, I will go to Qingbei University to reveal your identity, and then push you back to the research institute."

Qiao Yimo: "."

If people at Tsingbei University know that she is a member of the Medical Research Institute of M Country, how can she stay in the medical department?
After thinking about it, Qiao Yimo still felt that it was easier to accept the question.

But if she comes up with the questions in this assessment, she doesn't need to take the written test, as long as the on-site clinical competition goes through the motions.

Looking at the stubborn old man opposite, Qiao Yimo reluctantly agreed, "Okay, I'll make some preparations when I get back, and I'll send the content to your mailbox tomorrow."

It's not difficult to come up with a question, it's as simple as making a paper anyway!
He Xueming nodded happily, "Okay, I'll wait for your good news."

He Xueming was really looking forward to the content of Qiao Yimo's question, but he wanted to see the expressions of the group of medical students in Qingbei University who were stumped by the question.

After dinner, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Qiao Yimo locked herself in the room when she returned to Leng Zhai to write a question.

For four full pages, the questions are all S-level difficulty, which is several times more difficult than previous years' preliminary tests.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, a full two hours, longer than Qiao Yimo expected.

At exactly nine o'clock, she sent this to Dr. He's mailbox.

The other end quickly received it and replied: "For the S-level difficulty test paper, the group of people in the medical department have to secretly curse the questioner again."

Qiao Yimo: "."

Old fox, did you not want to be scolded?

The next day.

Qingbei University.

Faculty of Medicine.

As soon as the bell rang, Yin Su, the head teacher, rushed over in full swing and announced two important events grandly.

Standing on the podium, she calmly said: "This time I'm here to announce two major events. One is the assessment of the preliminary test and the on-site clinical competition next week, and the other is the school opening party three days later."

"Foundation test? Who will make the test this year?"

"My day, I hope the test questions are not too difficult, and the B level is moderate! Don't come to the A level or the even more outrageous S level."

"Which professors and doctors will come for the on-site clinical competition assessment, I'm looking forward to it."

Most of the medical department are nerds, so they are not interested in any show or party, so everyone directly bypasses the topic of the party.

Yin Su looked embarrassed, turned her eyes, and was looking for rescuers.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on a girl, and she immediately said, "Student Qiao Yimo stand up."

Qiao Yimo heard someone say her name, stood up, stood lazily, and said slowly, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)