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Therefore, after learning the news, the first reaction of Nanfang was to call Yang Xiaotian and want to confirm the authenticity of the news.

But at the moment of dialing, Nana hesitated a little.

Because he was worried that he did not respect Yang Xiaotian.

After all, he made this call because of Yang Xiaotian's age, and he didn't trust Yang Xiaotian very much. Just like at the beginning, he could doubt Yang Xiaotian's medical skills because of his age.

Now, although he has known Yang Xiaotian's talent, after all, after knowing Yang Xiaotian's current position, his first reaction in his heart is still unbelievable.

After all, a 26-year-old Dean of a university is impossible even in a second-class University in China, not to mention that the school where Yang Xiaotian serves as the Dean now is Stanford University Medical School, which occupies the top ten position in the medical field of universities all over the world!

So this kind of thing, even if it is put on other people, in the first time when they hear the news, they will only think that the person who said the news is joking with themselves.

But in fact, the news is not a joke. After all, she gave up the precious places to the young doctors who had good English ability. If they dare to use this thing to make fun of me.

Once known by Yang Xiaotian, I'm afraid that at that time, it's not only the south, but also them.

This is because once Yang Xiaotian is annoyed, I'm afraid these two places will be abolished by Yang Xiaotian. At that time, they will not have the qualification to attend the class, and they will naturally follow the bad luck.

It's because after thinking about this, Shinan will know that those two are definitely not joking with themselves.

But when he figured it out, the phone had already been dialed. But when he wants to hang up the phone, Yang Xiaotian has already got through.

But under, statement South had to harden the scalp, and Yang Xiaotian began to chat disorderly.

"Doctor Chen, after talking for a long time, I feel that what you should most want to say to me is still not said?" Yang Xiaotian's voice, in this moment, becomes a lot of fun.

"This..." the change of Yang Xiaotian's tone was naturally audible.

After all, Yang Xiaotian didn't mean to cover up, and he has been living for nearly 50 years. It's really not very difficult to hear the change of the man's voice.

"Well, go ahead." When Yang Xiaotian heard the statement, he was sure. I'm afraid his guess this time is correct.

"Let's forget about it." She gnawed her teeth, then suddenly said“ Anyway, it's not a big deal. Even if you ask, it's nothing. " Chen Shunan's nervousness made him a little bald.

What he wanted to say was that even if he didn't ask, it was nothing. But under this tension, he said one less No. Without such a word, there is a big gap in the meaning of "kick".

"Since there is nothing to ask, why don't you ask?" When Yang Xiaotian heard Chen Shunan say this, his curiosity became more intense.

"Well... OK. But Mr. Yang, don't be angry when I say it. " After all, Chen Shunan has lived for so many years. He knows that he has to leave a way for himself before he speaks.

"Well, I promise. As long as it's not too much, I won't be angry. " Yang Xiaotian thought about it, and then said.

He didn't know exactly what Nan wanted to ask. Although he was probably sure that the questions Nan wanted to ask were not open to the public, Yang Xiaotian believed that the questions Nan wanted to ask should not be particularly embarrassing.

But after all, Yang Xiaotian still knows that Zhao Min's three conditions are clean. So in the promise, Yang Xiaotian also left a heart.

If the statement of what Nan asked is too private, Yang Xiaotian will not answer naturally.

"In fact, the thing is like this..." although Yang Xiaotian did not say the answer that can satisfy Nan, but this answer, in fact, can give Nan enough courage to speak“ Today, after listening to the lecture, I heard those two people talk about Mr. Yang's true identity in Stanford medical school... That... What I want to ask is actually... What they said, Mr. Yang, you are actually the dean of a school in Stanford medical school. Is that true? " Chen Shunan finally asked this question.

After asking, a big stone in my heart was also put down at this moment.

But after hearing this question, Yang Xiaotian did not answer it directly. The short silence, let the south just because asked out the heart of the problem and relax down the heart, but at this time again nervous up.

After all, when we think about it carefully now, it seems that it is really a more insulting problem.

After all, there are two possibilities when asking people what kind of higher vocational education you are in. One is to make sure whether the information is true. In this way, they can adjust their attitude towards this person according to the authenticity of the information. If it's true, you can discuss with that person whether you can arrange a suitable job for yourself or your relatives.

If it is false, then it is directly as an ordinary person, give him ordinary treatment on the line.

But the second kind of words means that you can hold such an important position or such a high position depending on your age or ability?

The first one, in fact, is too much. But compared with the second one, it is still a little bit worse.

Because the first possibility is more for profit, and the second one is more for insult!

Now, the second way is to ask Yang Xiaotian. Although Nan's original intention is not like this, after all, it has brought this flavor.

"Yes." Yang Xiaotian hesitated, or told the news to the south.

Yang Xiaotian hesitated for a reason.

After all, at the very beginning, I just heard that I was a teacher of Stanford medical school, which made the single nurses in the first people's Hospital of luoan crazy to that extent.

Now if we know that he is a senior Dean than an ordinary teacher, I'm afraid the madness of those little nurses may be much higher than normal.

This situation is definitely not what Yang Xiaotian wants to see.

This is why Yang Xiaotian hesitated when he heard the statement and asked this question.

After that, the reason why he gave the affirmative answer to Shannan was that he knew that this matter could be basically determined from the moment he agreed to allow Shannan to accept the qualification of attending the class. This matter can never be concealed.

However, compared with this, Yang Xiaotian has other things to say.

"Dr. Chen, tell those doctors about this, don't tell the nurses in the hospital!"

"That... Mr. Yang, actually the second thing I want to say is, if this matter has been known by nurses, how to deal with it..."

Yang Xiaotian

Imperial capital, in Fu's courtyard--

"Grandfather." Fu Laiwen, who finally took off his military uniform and put on his home clothes, stood respectfully in front of Fu Lao, with a humble head.

Although his height and body shape have surpassed that of the more and more withered old man Fu, Fu Laiwen will subconsciously lower his status to the most respectful and humble state in the face of this old man, that is, his own grandfather.

"What I want to ask now is actually very simple." Fu Lao looked at Fu Laiwen standing in front of him, with no sadness or joy on his face.

"Grandfather," you said Fu Laiwen said respectfully.

"Now, it's really decided that we want to send afreqi back?" Fu's tone suddenly became colder.

Afreqi was entrusted by Yang Xiaotian to the Fu family. If afreqi was lost before Yang Xiaotian came back, Fu would feel very uncomfortable in his heart.

Yang Xiaotian is not only his life-saving benefactor, but also Fu's grandson. At the same time, he is also Fu's only intimate friend who can completely let go of his words in this world.

If you fall out with Yang Xiaotian in the future because of afreqi, Fu will feel very sad and empty in his heart!

"This is the result of joint discussions between the military and political leaders." Fu Laiwen just said this sentence, but Fu was as old as ten years old. In this moment, his bent body lost all his strength, and then he leaned his whole body against the back of the chair.

"He's just a twelve year old!" There was a touch of desolation in Fu Lao's tone.

Although we know that in the face of national interests, let alone a 12-year-old child, even one, ten, or even a hundred infants in their infancy can be abandoned, but in the end, afreqi is special.