CHAPTER 520: CHAPTER 504: PROFESSOR SONG

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s first clinical practice class.

As soon as she walked into the lecture hall, Jiang Xiaoxiao was a bit bewildered.

She even thought she had entered the wrong classroom.

What is this?

Seeing her familiar classmates, Jiang Xiaoxiao confirmed she was in the right place.

The lecture hall was packed to the brim.

Jiang Xiaoxiao remembered this was the first practical class.

Practical skills are honed through practice.

So many people came to watch a mouse dissection?

Students these days are too diligent.

Jiang Xiaoxiao recognized many were juniors and seniors, who didn’t need to watch such basic practice classes.

Yet they still came to watch this.

Truly, learning never stops.

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked to the front row where Feng Na had saved a seat for her. Other classmates were also there and quickly pulled her down upon seeing her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was a bit baffled.

"What’s going on?"

"Didn’t you realize? All these people are here because of you today."

Feng Na whispered, glancing around.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was shocked, pointing to herself, "Me? What did I do?"

She didn’t take their rice, so why did it feel like she was being chased for debt?

"You probably don’t know, but in school, people are privately treating you as their rival. Many are ready to put you down and watch your slip-ups."

Feng Na didn’t know how Jiang Xiaoxiao incited such mass anger.

Jiang Xiaoxiao questioned, "How could I, a sophomore, be their rival?"

Her grades were excellent, but wasn’t Song Moting above her?

Song Moting was the top dog, firmly in first place, yet people weren’t going after him; they were gunning for her in second place.

Where’s the justice in that?

Moreover, comparing sophomore students to juniors and seniors doesn’t make sense.

"I have no idea, but somehow, people in school groups speak poorly about you. I don’t understand why, because you’re nice. There must be a misunderstanding."

Feng Na felt apologetic as even their dorm mates discussed it, finding it puzzling. Jiang Xiaoxiao hadn’t done anything outrageous, so why was she suddenly the outcast?

Jiang Xiaoxiao calmly said, "If it’s a misunderstanding, then let it be. I have no way to stop people from targeting me. Besides, it’s just the first practical session, what’s there to see?"

These people really had nothing better to do; they should go study their textbooks.

"So that’s Jiang Xiaoxiao? She seems average enough!"

"Don’t underestimate this woman. She’s formidable. Not very strong in academics, but top-notch at bullying the weak."

"Heard she married well."

"She seems young; how’d she get married already?"

"Obviously, she must’ve latched onto someone powerful. Do you know who she married? She married Song Moting."

Said with a tone of envy.

"Wow! Song Moting! This woman has some skills. Song Moting, the campus heartthrob. So many girls secretly admire him; he receives so many love letters daily his hands must ache."

"How did he end up with her?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Didn’t you see? As a freshman, her grades were mediocre, at the bottom tier. By sophomore year, she managed to reach second place, probably from secret tutoring by Song Moting. Looks average, no outstanding qualities, yet married into the Song family?"

Moreover, because of the Song family, you can see many people protecting her. I can’t stand women who have nothing but good looks."

"But still, she caught Song Moting’s eye. Why are you here then?"

"Professor Song is Song Moting’s uncle. More than half here came to see Jiang Xiaoxiao mess up. They don’t believe that in public, Professor Song would show favoritism with so many eyes watching. We’re here to see how Jiang Xiaoxiao will embarrass herself."

Harboring ill intentions.

"Gotta see that."

"Alright then, I’m not here for the drama. Professor Song’s lessons are classic; he’s known for his unconventional methods. Students often suffer under him. I doubt he’d favor anyone."

"That’s why I have to watch! I want to see how Professor Song will deal with Jiang Xiaoxiao."

"Haha, you guys really are bored."

"Why do you care if we are?"

The discussions continued.

At this point, Jiang Xiaoxiao realized Song Moting’s uncle was their professor.

Also, Song Qingyun was indeed a prestigious professor at the medical university.

Unexpectedly encountering family in class, Jiang Xiaoxiao secretly speculated in her heart.

How did Uncle Song gain such a high reputation among students? It seemed his traditionally stern demeanor surprised her with effective teaching methods. Otherwise, he wouldn’t win over so many students.

Class started, and when Professor Song Qingyun entered, everyone quieted down.

Song Qingyun stepped onto the podium.

"So many people today. Looks like everyone is enthusiastic."

The room burst into laughter.

The professor was humorous.

Seniors sympathetically looked at chuckling freshmen below, knowing they misunderstood Professor Song’s many meanings.

They dared laugh now, but they’d cry in a bit.

Song Qingyun coughed, signaling for silence.

"This lesson actually demands more from you students. For me as a professor, it’s the simplest class."

Everyone was curious, particularly the freshmen.

"You will all become doctors someday. Don’t think being a doctor is merely about checking patients. Wearing a white coat, carrying a stethoscope, sitting in a clean office, leisurely seeing patients—that’s not how it ends."

Song Qingyun humorously teased them.

"Teacher, isn’t that what doctors typically do? Are we as doctors any different?"

Someone questioned.

"Doctors are all the same, but doctors require more skills than others. Like today, you’re learning to insert needles. This inserting isn’t simply giving an injection in the butt, but into a vein.

Some might say that’s a nurse’s job, why should doctors draw blood or do lab work? You’d be mistaken; if a doctor is inferior to a nurse, how could you become doctors?

How can you earn the nurses’ respect? So today’s practical class is your first lesson in inserting needles into veins."

All students were speechless.

They assumed a doctor’s profession was prestigious, with tasks like infusions and injections reserved for nurses.

What did this have to do with them? No one considered it their first lesson to learn.