Great Power

Cheng Mi smiled: "Well, that's good. I just called you to confirm your time at school. I'm thinking about whether you want to participate in the language intensive training class I contacted."

Slightly relieved, Zheng Jianguo shook his head and refused: "Never mind the training class. When I was transferring and interviewing, I found that I could understand most of the English. Considering the medical English I really want to learn, your training class is not necessarily I know how to teach, but I want to call home. Before I came out, I said it was discipline. Even my parents didn’t have time to say goodbye—"

"as far as I know--"

The black smile on his face gradually faded. Cheng Mi looked at Zheng Jianguo before he wanted to open his mouth and say something, but when he reached his mouth, he changed to: "Of course the phone can be used. You can call the front desk. I also let you call Harvard Medical School. I kept it for you, don’t forget to call them back."

"it is good!"

Zheng Jianguo looked at the magic city watch on his wrist and found that it was already half past six. He converted the time difference in his heart, and turned around and locked the door to the front desk. He heard a voice from the side: "Zheng Jianguo, go straight to the cafeteria later. eat."

"Okay, Captain!"

In a blink of an eye, he glanced at the captain who had greeted him, Zheng Jianguo opened his mouth to the young man sitting at the front desk: "Hello, I want to call home a long-distance call to report safety--"

"you are?"

A look flashed across the young man’s white face, and a pair of eyes swept across his chest and found that there was no national emblem, so he said: "Are you Zheng Jianguo?"

"Correct!"

Zheng Jianguo nodded and finished, the young man quickly picked up the phone and smiled: "Then you give me the number and I will call you for the number. If you call domestically, you may not be able to—"

"it is good!"

He quickly opened his address book exhibition to the young people. Zheng Jianguo originally thought that he would dial up soon, but he didn't expect the young people to speak English balabara directly. Then he changed to Mandarin and started to ask for the number, and waited until a call was about to get down. Ten minutes have passed, but after he took it, he just listened to the beep from the opposite side and no one answered it for a long time. A thought came to mind: "At this point, the brigade cadre hasn't gone to work?"

There is no phone in Zheng Jianguo’s home. At this time, even Zheng Donghua’s dormitory administrator did not install a phone, otherwise he could call it. When he thought about putting it down, the opposite phone was already answered. A panting voice came over: "This, this is Sanlibao brigade, you, where are you——"

"Director Guo, hello, this is Zheng Jianguo."

I also wanted to hang up Kou Qingkai when I really couldn’t get through. Zheng Jianguo said in a cordial manner. He only heard the tone in the phone and said something wrong: "Jianguo, you scared me to death. I thought there was another Why did you call so early, how did you live in Qicheng?"

"The secretary, I am in Washington, USA, and I want you to call my father."

Zheng Jianguo inexplicably felt the sourness swirling from the bottom of his heart and then swayed away. When his eyes were about to rush into his nose, he only heard the voice in the microphone suddenly increased by dozens of decibels: "What? Go to America." Your kid—this is an international call, your kid has gone to heaven, wait for me to call you your father."

"it is good--"

Without finishing a word, Zheng Jianguo heard nothing in the microphone. Just when he was apologetic and wanted to say to the young man that he would spend more money, a vaguely familiar loud speaker came over: "Doctor Zheng , Doctor Zheng, your grasshopper called you from the United States, come here quickly, he is abroad!"

"Ha ha--"

The picture of Branch Guo holding a loudspeaker flashed in his mind. Zheng Jianguo also remembered that his father Zheng Fugui and Du Xiaomei went to the commune health room and the other to the commune junior high school. They should not be at home anymore. He was hesitating about Guo Binghe’s voice. He heard: "Grasshopper, wait, I yelled with a loudspeaker. Your father shouldn't go to work yet, but he can't tell. It's just how you went to America. Didn't you go to school in Qi City?"

"You didn't read yesterday's People's Daily, did you?"

Zheng Jianguo said that when he saw the young man in front of him, he quickly found a newspaper, flipped it and placed it in front of him, and pointed his finger at a photo. He also said: "The fourth edition of On the right side of "The Art Exhibition for the 85th Anniversary of the Birth" Opens in Beijing, "The First Batch of Visiting Scholars to Study in the U.S. Leave Beijing"——"

Before Zheng Jianguo's voice fell, Guo Binghe's roaring voice suddenly came from the microphone: "You were received by the big leader?"

"Yes, I came by plane that night after I met."

After Zheng Jianguo finished speaking, a voice came from the microphone: "The secretary, the secretary, where did the grasshopper go?"

"Ask him yourself."

A faint voice came, and then Guo Binghe's voice rang: "Your father is here, I won't delay your father's chatter."

"Thank you secretary."

Zheng Jianguo looked at the newspaper in front of him and said, and then a familiar voice came from the microphone: "Grasshopper, grasshopper, where are you? You are in America? How did you go? Why did you want to go?"

"Father, I was appointed by the state to study."

Efforts to suppress the sourness that appeared in his heart, Zheng Jianguo ignored the straight eyes of the young man in front of him and said, he heard Zheng Fugui in the microphone obviously relieved: "Ah, it is appointed by the state, then you must study hard. Well, why don't you tell the family in advance—"

"Grasshopper—"

Little Sister Du’s voice came faintly from the microphone. Zheng Jianguo frowned before thinking about how to tell her, and then heard Zheng Fugui’s voice: "The grasshopper went to school was appointed by the state, not by himself--"

"That's good, that's good."

Xiaomei Du’s rejoicing sound came, Zheng Jianguo couldn’t help licking his lips, and then Zheng Fugui said in the microphone: "The country has appointed you to go out, so you can study hard. Your mother and I don’t have to worry about it. By the way, last time the chicken It was Heda who killed his mother and put it at our door, but it was not poisoned. Your friend Luo Gang asked the police comrade to give her a meal. Your mother thought she was a widow and was pitiful. "

"Forget it, just pay attention to your mother and you."

Zheng Jianguo was relieved when he heard that there was no poison in the chicken's belly. He just looked at the curious face of the young man in front of him, and quickly said: "Father, it is not easy for me to call you here. If it’s okay, I’ll write a letter to my family. If the brigade’s educated youth points out that the leading cadre dares to be awkward, you can ask the fourth sister to go to Luo Gang to deal with it, and say I asked her to find it, and you call My mother."

"Well, if the educated youth of the brigade dared to ask the leader of the team, I will let your fourth sister go to Luo Gang to deal with it, okay!"

Zheng Fugui’s loud voice came, and Zheng Jianguo knew that his father had said this to other people in the brigade, and he felt that his father had also made significant progress. Before, Zheng Fugui did not know how to use it, but he The idea of ​​​​has not disappeared, Xiaomei Du's voice came over: "Grasshopper, grasshopper?"

"mother--"

Before he finished shouting a mother word, Zheng Jianguo's eyes reddened instantly. Fortunately, the voice of Little Sister Du in the microphone came: "Grasshopper——"

"What kind of grasshopper, call Jianguo."

Zheng Fugui's voice faintly came. Zheng Jianguo listened to the voice of Du Xiaomei in the microphone, and then said: "Graddid, you have to learn to listen to the teacher when you are outside. Don't conflict with your classmates. By the way, mother goes to commune junior high school Do you know what happened?"

"About this matter, I only know that you went to work in the commune junior high school—"

When Zheng Jianguo raised his brow, he denied it directly. He didn't know if Zheng Donghua had talked about Kou Bin with Du Xiaomei. At this moment, if he said that Zheng Donghua asked Kou Bin to find someone to solve it, it would be considered clear. The relationship between people, but his thoughts have not disappeared. Xiaomei Du has already spoken: "Your fourth sister said that your father's work was done by you, so she asked her friend to help her find someone in the commune junior high school. Handyman's work—"

"Okay, Sister Si said, don't worry about this matter. Then I will ask Sister Si how to repay her favor, mother, I'm going to hang up here. The long-distance call charges are too high and it's cold. Dad pay attention to your body—"

Unexpectedly, Zheng Donghua had already talked to her parents about this matter, and Zheng Jianguo was relieved. The favors of these two old people's work always had to be paid by him. The difficult thing was how to mention this matter to the two old people. Can’t say that parents, I found a place for you two to work, and you will be considered working class in the future?

This may be possible in a few decades, but at this moment it is a bit disregarding the face of the elderly. Although speaking out is a kind of skill, it is not as good as it is now. Hearing this, Zheng Jianguo was ready to put on the phone: "I I gave my fourth sister a passbook. When she comes home, remember to ask her for it."

"Then mother won't say much, you'll be paying attention outside by yourself, hung up—"

As Du Xiaomei’s voice disappeared, Zheng Jianguo put down the microphone, only when he watched the young man take the microphone and put it back, he remembered that there were some things that he hadn’t said, such as the luggage sent to Zheng Donghua and the letter he forwarded. It's not too important, and immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome, this postcard is for you. Take two and send them to your family."

The young man said and took out three postcards from the drawer. Zheng Jianguo nodded again after taking it: "Thank you! I have to call Harvard Medical School again. Can you find it for me?"

"Oh, so you are the youngest graduate student—"

The young man quickly opened the notepad next to him, found the most recent record and picked up the phone and said: "Then I will call you, but they may have already left work. The Americans here are more time-conscious. At that time, go to work till the end of work—"

He said that he picked up the microphone with his left hand and started dialing with his right hand. After the young man quickly dialed, he heard three busy tones from the opposite side, and said: "Usually, if there are three no answer, it means no one-oh, pass Up."

"Hello, this is Zheng Jianguo——"

He quickly picked up the microphone from the young man who was surprised. Zheng Jianguo spoke in English quickly, and he heard a slightly eager voice coming from inside, but somehow it was still the way it was, the English that came out of the microphone. The speed is much slower: "Oh, Zheng Jianguo, if you don't call again, I will get off work. Is it convenient for you to talk now? I have a few more private things to talk to you about—"

"There is no problem, sir, please say."

Zheng Jianguo looked at the curious young man in front of him. As an outsider, it was naturally impossible for him to be avoided. After all, he had previously troubled others to contact the family for help.

"Hi, Zheng Jianguo, I'm the secretary of the school, Kemit Brody."

The speed of the voice on the phone is still slow, especially when there is a pause between the utterances. At this moment, Zheng Jianguo understands that they are taking care of him. Of course, because of the consideration of whether the school secretary’s original speaking speed can guarantee listening Understand, I just pricked my ears and listened to the continuous voice from the microphone: "Zheng, please allow me to congratulate your research results on the publication of "Lancet". This is something that many doctors with medical licenses cannot match. High, so the school specially arranged me to take charge of your study and life in the medical school.

Taking into account that your mother tongue is not English and your spoken English is strengthened, I decided to add a considerable part of language learning to your curriculum after you have gone through the admission procedures. Of course, this part of language learning will not generate credits, but there are In view of your existing clinical knowledge, the college has decided not to limit your grade at the time of admission.

However, the college requires that if you want to pass the medical school graduation certification, you need to get enough credits in accordance with the college’s requirements. This ensures that you can make targeted learning after enrollment, such as the basics involving drugs and equipment. For this part of the course, you need to study with the freshman students and pass the exam.

After all, although our Harvard University has sufficient authority and status, we still hope that you can stand on the starting line with other college students when facing the doctor’s review process required by national laws, so that it will be useful for your study and future 'S career growth has great benefits—"

"You are welcome to come, but we don't want you to enjoy the privileges over other students in the school!"

This long list of English meanings flashed through Zheng Jianguo's mind, and he felt that this decision was obviously not the school secretary's ability to make, although he did not know that in the Harvard management system, the school secretary is usually the vice president. According to the list of school board members, it is the fourth leader after the principal, the treasurer, and the dean. However, it is also known that the treatment of unlimited grades and only credits cannot be determined by this person.

When the other party's voice fell, Zheng Jianguo said, "The purpose of my choice of Harvard this time is to study and continue my research. If it is just what you said, I think I have fully considered my conditions. Thank you very much. , I am willing to accept this request from the school."

"That's great~"

The voice in the microphone said happily, as if confirming that Zheng Jianguo did not continue to speak, then a voice came from the microphone: "Assistant Zheng Jianguo, when do you plan to go through the enrollment procedures?"

"I want to--"

Zheng Jianguo glanced at the young man in front of him, and then continued to speak: "If I can go through the admission formalities as soon as possible, I can also finish my studies as soon as possible. How do you feel about tomorrow?"