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"If you are locked in the pantry, at least you will contact a colleague, you will only be late, but you will not show up for the entire class."

The students still use a questioning tone, but perhaps because of the gentle and confident performance of the female lecturer from start to finish, he is not so aggressive.

"Professor Liang, any teacher cannot wear communication equipment when entering the classroom to teach. Therefore, without a mobile phone, there is no way to contact the outside world. In the end, it was the cleaner who heard my call for help and released me."

At the same time, another lecturer was already operating the computer quickly, and Su Zinuo's voice sounded: "I deliberately brought a computer connected to the school monitoring system. The monitoring will not be covered until seven days later. What happened yesterday, we can quickly see what happened. ."

The surveillance video is projected onto the big screen.

Another male teacher manipulated the software to find the monitor on the third floor of the nursing laboratory building, and fast forward to the time node mentioned by the female lecturer.

The monitoring distance is far, and the characters on the screen are small, but fortunately the screen is clear and can be seen at twice the slow speed. Just after the female lecturer stepped into the pantry, a sneaky figure appeared outside the door. Dragging a mop quickly against the doorknob, the back doorknob kept small vibrations, but there was no way to open the door. It should be caused by the teacher inside.

A little bit of time passed, and when the time in the upper right corner of the surveillance video reached ten thirty, the female lecturer still did not come out of the pantry.Su Zinuo fast-forwarded again, and the number in the upper right corner jumped to 11:32:59. A cleaning staff in uniform with the Saint Mirren logo approached the door of the pantry. It should have heard the call of the female lecturer.

She quickly removed the mop, and the female lecturer came out of the pantry in a little embarrassment. At this time, more than an hour had passed since she was locked in.

"St. Mirren Medical School has always remembered the contribution of every professor, lecturer, and general staff, and all registered faculty and staff can verify it." Su Zinuo fixed the monitoring on one screen: "I can tell everyone responsibly, this Not an employee of St. Mirren."

Su Zinuo's voice is just right to be firm and calm, and every word in her voice is unquestionably open.

"Who is this person, why is he here, why is the lecturer of St Mirren locked up. I will call the police and ask the police to give this answer!"

The scene is quieter, they are also a kind of gathering to make trouble. Once they call the police, it is difficult to say whether they can retreat all together.

Under this subtle shock, people came up with an idea, if St. Mirren directed and performed himself, then how could they have the confidence to call the police?

"But..." The student was a little reconciled, "Obviously, class is about to go to the pantry."

Su Zinuo glanced at the female lecturer, took two steps back, and handed the front desk to the other party.

"In the eyes of most medical workers in the empire, St. Mirren is yearning and even more hopeful. The death of Professor Liang is a huge blow to St. Mirren. Many colleagues think that the so-called medical sacred place can only stop here, and they leave. ...And more colleagues believe that only in St. Mirren can we fulfill our dreams to be worthy of dedication, so we stayed."

"One hundred and thirty-five lecturers, twenty-seven professors, these are all the teachers of St. Mirren currently. Compared to the heyday, it is only more than one-third, right?" The female lecturer's eyes were soft. Come down, "But no one backed down. In order not to delay the children's study, we added 15 lessons per week on average."

"Different classes, different processes, different majors, and the content of lesson preparation are different every day. Many teachers have forgotten that they have not returned to their homes before the early hours of a few days."

"Many teachers are a little overwhelmed by their bodies." The female lecturer then cut to the point. "Go to the pantry, just want to spend a few minutes before class to eliminate the hot medicine, so that we can teach in a better state."

Compared to the sensational and speech-like words before, the last sentence is too light.And it is this kind of understatement that makes people more sad.

Lian Liang Yuchen couldn't help but raised his head and asked Li Boming: "Brother, compared to everyone, am I too useless."

Li Boming said nothing, his eyes only looked at Su Zinuo on the stage.

These monitoring, these attack points, but Su Zinuo collected in advance.

The audience was silent.

Can't tell if it is moving or embarrassing.

"Do you think there is only a pantry?" Su Zinuo took the opportunity to ask, "We have already given an answer to why the lecturer went to the pantry. Now, I might as well look at other surveillance videos."

After he finished speaking, Su Zinuo called up a few more videos to prove that there were indeed several teachers who had encountered different situations before the class, or were shut down in the toilet, or knocked down on the road and broke their head, and were seriously tied up. In the grove.

Because of these conditions, individual classes are absent.

Then it is like a snowball, spreading falsehoods and getting bigger and bigger.

"Obviously, the problem that you mentioned that St. Mirren has no one to teach does not exist. It is just that some people who are interested in falsely spread the word, and even caused different degrees of harm to the teachers who worked together to frame St. Mirren. St. Mirren Lawsuits will be filed against these people!"

Su Zinuo's eyes were firm, he was obviously more embarrassed than a beggar, and even more embarrassed than a dog who lost his family. At this time, he stood there with all his tolerance, as if radiating a dazzling light.

"St. Mirren is currently encountering some difficulties, but no matter how difficult it is, it will not dilute the resources of the students and patients. This is the spirit passed on by Teacher Liang in St. Mirren. As long as the employees stay in St. Mirren, they will not Will give up."

All the protests that had been mixed up just now have all landed. The student who just asked the question also handed the female lecturer a bottle of mineral water.

The female lecturer quickly handed the mineral water to Su Zinuo, who obviously needed it more.

Su Zinuo was also welcome, unscrewing and filling half.

However, the apparent silence only lasted for a while, and immediately another voice came up.

"Who doesn't know Su Zinuo, what he always knows is that it sounds better than singing? Now that there is no Liang Jinxi, most of the elite have gone, what can you use to ensure the quality of teaching." A voice is harsh and mean, not at all. The student spoke on the matter: "Even if someone is in class, staying in St. Mirren is just wasting time. What else can you learn? Learn from your acrimonious deception and seduce other people's husband?"

The faces of the people who had just calmed down quickly became a little ugly. They appeared to strive for proper etiquette. The school was originally to gain knowledge, but not to train rookies.

If these teachers are no longer able to teach students useful things, then they want to go... and don't delay each other.

This kind of voice resounded in the hearts of the parents of the students, and it grew crazily.

What should St. Mirren take to ensure the quality of teaching?

"You can enter St. Mirren, and you are all the best among your peers." Su Zinuo was particularly affirmed, "However, the moment you step into St. Mirren is nothing but a blank sheet of paper for St. Mirren. "

Su Zinuo raised the corners of her lips indifferently, wiped the sticky and almost dry egg liquid on her face again, and directly opened a PPT document.

Su Zinuo opened an examination question.The students present saw it at first sight and stopped their voices.

"Many people worshiping St Mirren is equivalent to getting the true biography of Professor Liang, but have you ever understood how difficult it is to become a disciple of Professor Liang?" Su Zinuo set up a rhetorical question: "University education is the foundation of medicine. , The purpose is to make you a qualified healer, but how far are you from a medical scientist?"

Su Zinuo pointed to the slide: "It's that far."

"This is a question in the test paper he had when he recruited direct disciples in previous years." She focused her eyes on the slide, clear and with a hint of pride: "Doing this question right proves that St. Mirren is indeed I can't teach you."

"It's not just a question, what is it."

"Oh, in order to be admitted to St Mirren, I haven't done any problems."

"That's right, I can't tell if I slap her face later!"

Su Zinuo heard the voices of the students talking, and his expression remained unchanged: "Ten minutes."

Because you are truly diligent in medicine, you can understand how complicated this is.

Frequent vomiting, migraines, abdominal pain, any person's first feeling should be gastroenteritis and other diseases, even though there are many kinds of diseases in this area, such as gastrointestinal cold, dysentery, acute abdomen, acute gastroenteritis, etc. It may even be food poisoning.

However, it is not as simple as gastrointestinal diseases to study the age, area, attack period, and more detailed description of the patients mentioned in the subject.

When everyone answers questions based on gastrointestinal diseases according to their habitual thinking, they are already wrong.

Really outstanding students will realize that such a high-level assessment of comprehensive ability is too difficult for them.

Unknowing students think it is so simple, Su Zinuo is simply exaggerating.

It wasn't ten minutes before Su Zinuo had a pile of answers handed over.

Su Zinuo patiently waited for ten minutes.

She squeezed the stack of answers at her hand and looked down one by one, carefully reading: "Acute gastroenteritis, acute abdomen, gastrointestinal influenza..."

Su Zinuo didn't finish reading all the answers. She curled her lips, her aura suddenly burst out: "It seems everyone thinks so. This is just a simple analytical question, right?"

"Isn't it? Mystery." A student whispered.

"It's just that illiterate like her will find this kind of question difficult."

"It must be a gastrointestinal flu. This is my paper last semester. No one knows better than me."

Su Zinuo calmly swept his gaze across the audience, then drew a few circles on the PPT, his gaze suddenly tightened, stern and unquestionable.