Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

When they arrived at the boxing club, everyone was very happy to see Tago's return.

Everyone gathered around to greet Tiger, but when Chen Zhao came in, all the laughter stopped.

Everyone greeted Chen Zhao honestly, and Chen Zhao felt like he was the villain in the movie.

"You all should leave. Tago has just been discharged from the hospital. I want to do some rehabilitation exercises with Tago." Chen Zhao said.

Everyone dispersed, and both of them put on their equipment with ease.

Whether it is boxing gloves or boxing helmets, they are used to protect both parties.

Because boxing with bare hands is very easy to cause disability or even death.

"In the next few days, you will need to do anti-attack training. There is no substantial difference in physical fitness between you and Zanla Douglas. However, when you are in the ring, your anti-impact ability is far inferior to his, so In the future, you will need to face more rigorous anti-attack training, and this time it will no longer be your call to stop, I will only stop when I think it can be stopped."

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Chen."

"Okay, let's get started."

After being trained by Chen Zhao again, Tiger clearly felt that Chen Zhao was stronger than when he first trained with him.

Tiger knew that when he was training with him, Chen Zhao never showed his true strength.

And it wasn't until Chen Zhao broke Zanla Douglas's arms with one punch in order to avenge him that he realized how big the strength gap between himself and Chen Zhao was.

Tiger had always thought that Chen Zhao's strength should be among the top among professional boxers.

But he still didn't feel that Chen Zhao could compete with the real top masters.

It wasn't until Zara Douglas lay at Chen Zhao's feet that he realized the reality.

If Chen Zhao goes to participate in a professional boxing match, then he will definitely be like a big devil.

Chen Zhao's strength is not very strong. After all, although Tiger's arm and hand bones have just healed, they have not fully recovered yet.

Therefore, Chen Zhao still had reservations about his attack.

Finally, after a violent storm that lasted for ten minutes, Chen Zhao pardoned Tiger and allowed Tiger to breathe.

Bang bang——

Chen Zhao and Tiger turned their heads and saw Wright standing under the ring and clapping.

"Ms. Wright." Tago was one of the outstanding students in school, and even in terms of academic performance, he was relatively good.

Of course, this is on the surface. Privately, Tago will also accept some offers to bully his classmates.

For example, in the last conflict with Chen Zhao, he was hired by others. This was his way of generating income.

After all, Tiger's family background is not good, and he plays boxing not only for his dream, but also for the idea of ​​getting rich.

"Chen, you are really not doing your job properly." Wright looked at Chen Zhao with dissatisfaction: "You are a professor at the medical school."

"Why am I not doing my job properly? I can be regarded as a kind of education now, right?" Chen Zhao turned to look at Tago: "You are right, Tago."

Tago grinned but said nothing.

"If you are free this afternoon, I have arranged a public class for you."

"You have arranged everything for me, can I say no?"

"Then it's settled." A smile finally appeared on Wright's old face: "By the way, I heard that during the few days you went to Sacramento for vacation, you rescued a man who was shot in the head. Alive.”

"It's not a resuscitation, it's a rescue. He had better luck. If he had been shot by a large-caliber pistol at that time, I'm afraid there was nothing I could do."

Tiger glanced at Chen Zhao, becoming more and more in awe of Chen Zhao.

However, he was also deeply grateful that he took the initiative to resolve the conflict with Chen Zhao.

Instead of continuing to hate Chen Zhao, he could have the opportunity he has now.

…

"Ms. Wright, wait..." A man in his early thirties caught up with Wright.

"Gerald, what's the matter?" Wright turned around and asked.

"Ms. Wright, I want you to explain why my open class was replaced. I don't think I did anything wrong." Gerald looked at Wright with anger.

"Why?" Wright thought for a while and looked at Gerald: "I don't want to interfere too much in your private life, but please focus on people other than students. , two girls came into my office and complained about your emotional confusion. In the past month, you have missed at least five classes. In this case, I will give you less classes so that you can You have more time to deal with your love life. Besides...since I have a better choice, why don't I use it? You haven't been fired by me, it's already me being extra merciful, I hope you have some self-awareness."

Gerald's face was ashen: "Is there anyone better than me in the academic field of neurosurgery?"

"Of course." Wright replied matter-of-factly.

"Is there such a person at the University of Los Angeles?" Of course Gerald couldn't think that he was the best neurosurgery expert in the world.

But he felt that there was absolutely no such person at Los Angeles University.

"Mr. Gerrard, if you have any objections to my decision, please improve your professionalism and ethics before arguing with me. Okay, I have something else to do. Goodbye."

After saying that, Wright turned around and left. She never hesitated about her decision.

The person who replaced Gerald in the open class was none other than Chen Zhao.

If Chen Zhao didn't have his own main job, if Chen Zhao's main job was to be a university professor, Wright would have kicked Gerrard out without hesitation.

Now he has only replaced him for a few classes, but he is still entangled with himself.

However, Gerald was not willing to give in. He was the youngest professor in the history of the University of Los Angeles.

At only thirty years old, he had already received the honor of being a full professor.

Except for a few scary old guys in school who are older and senior, he doesn't obey anyone.

And he has always believed that he is the best in his professional field.

Unlike ordinary professors, they only have teaching experience.

Gerald had been a doctor, and had been an attending physician in neurosurgery for four years and an intern for one year.

In terms of neurosurgery, even the oldest and most senior professor in the school may not dare to compete with him in this area.

"Mr. Ronan." Gerald called his teacher.

Ansel Ronan was the director of neurosurgery when he was an intern, and he was also his most trusted neurosurgeon.

It was the opportunity to intern under Ancer Ronan that allowed him to learn a lot in the field of neurosurgery, and Ancer Ronan was the only expert he recognized as a better expert in this field than him.