"Has Professor Fosle been so irritable all the time?"

Villan asked in a low voice, pulling a student, and in Professor Fosle's office, there were constant sounds of beating. Novels.

"No, Professor Fosle was a very gentle person in the past," the student said. "It seems that the laboratories have not been funded recently, so Professor Fosle had several disputes with the school."

Forsle was destroying what he could destroy at this moment.

Just as he was about to smash his computer, he stopped again.

Things on the computer are so important.

At this moment, Fosle's phone rang.

"Professor, I heard that the school rejected your funding application. How about it? Should I consider my funding support? I can give you more funding support. The research funding I give you in a year is ten times the funding that the University of Los Angeles has given you in the past few years, and the best equipment and instruments, and even the best assistant."

Fosle listened to the strange voice on the phone and fell into hesitation.

This person has been calling himself for the past few years.

But Fosl has been rejecting him.

But this time he was really shaken.

"What do I need to pay?" Fosle asked.

"You don't need to give anything, you just need to continue to do research." The other party said: "And I can provide you with experimental subjects, not only the dead, but also the living."

Fosle's face changed drastically, and the other party continued: "You also know that any biological and medical experiment needs clinical trials in the end. You will always use mice to do experiments, and you will never get the experimental results. Even using corpses to do experiments is meaningless. Only when you are truly in the living person can you get the final data and verify the Camuse theory."

At this moment, a fat man came into the laboratory and pushed open the door of Fosle's office.

"Nicholas, what are you doing?" Fosel looked at the fat man in front of him with a bad tone.

"I received a notice from the school that your laboratory will be disbanded, and the students who follow you intern will be assigned to other laboratories."

"No, you don't have the right." Fosl shouted loudly.

"I do not have this right, but the principal has this right." Nicholas said: "I think you need to prepare and archive the experimental data. I will bring someone to clean the lab tomorrow."

Nicholas did not intend to talk nonsense to Fosle, and after directly explaining his purpose, he left.

Fosel looked at Nicholas's back and an endless anger burst out in his eyes.

"You will regret it!"

...

"Hello, Mr. Waltz, I'm hen zhao."

Tim Waltz was surprised that Chen actually called him on his own initiative.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, is there anything wrong?"

“I have a few students who are going to do internships, so I want them to be trainee doctors at Chattery Hospital.”

"No problem, I wonder how many internship places you want?"

Since Chen saved his son Hoffman, Hoffman's physical condition has also greatly improved.

Tim Waltz has always kept this in mind.

But on weekdays, he can't help Chen.

Now Chen took the initiative to ask for several internship places, but of course he would not refuse.

"Two to three." Chen said.

Chen estimated that Evrey would definitely not be an intern.

It’s not that Evrey’s ability is not enough, but because her identity is special.

As one of the most famous sports stars in the United States, her attention is just like a two hundred-watt light bulb on her head, and she will be followed wherever she goes.

Maisie, Litt Grove and Laboer, Chen was not sure.

"Okay, I will arrange three attending doctors to follow."

When Chen left the school gate, he saw Shalan giving him a ticket.

"Hi, dear Miss Sharan."

Sharan saw at first sight that the car was Chen's.

So he didn't hesitate at all and posted a ticket directly.

"Don't call me so close, I'm not that familiar with you."

"Let me calculate, starting from our understanding, you will give me a few tickets."

"Let me calculate, how many times did you violate the rules?"

"Have you finished your meal? Do you want to have a meal together?"

"No, I still have to work." Shalan mercilessly rejected Chen's invitation: "By the way, you have a good figure, and I hope you will have a chance to see you running naked on the road."

Chen's face suddenly smelled.

"I wish you will always be in the Ministry of Transportation." Chen La opened the car door and planned to leave.

Of course, Sharan's face became ugly.

For her, this is also eternal pain.

The two parted in disagreement.

Chen crossed a few streets and planned to go to the supermarket to buy something.

I just parked my car in the parking lot, and there was a car behind me. Two gangsters got out of the car, both holding baseball bats.

These two people seemed to be here to block Chen, and Chen is now standing in the narrow crack of the car.

When Chen walked up, a gangster lifted the baseball bat and swung it towards Chen's shoulder.

Chen reached out and grabbed the baseball bat's head. Chen held it.

Chen snatched the baseball bat and gently gave the gangster a stick on the shoulder.

"Ah..." The gangster was knocked over to the ground.

Another gangster wanted to come up to help, but was knocked over to the ground by Chen.

"Who asked you to come?" Chen asked.

The two gangsters kept howling and didn't speak.

Chen kicked the gangster in front of him: "Who asked you to come?"

"Don't do anything randomly. Our boss is the king of wild boars. If you dare to hit us, our boss will definitely avenge us."

"Wild Boar King? What idiots get this nickname?" Chen rolled his eyes and kicked the gangster again.

These two gangsters still tried their best, but unfortunately Chen kept fighting.

If you don't tell the truth, just beat it hard.

"We said...we said it was Litt Grove...he spent 500 dollars to let us beat you." One of the gangsters couldn't stand it and finally told the truth.

Chen's face turned black. His students spent money to hire gangsters to beat him up?

Chen took out his cell phone and dialed Tim Waltz's phone number again.

"Mr. Waltz, I want one person to have a place for internships. In addition, do your hospital morgue security guards still need people?"

"Uh..." Tim Waltz was shocked.

The morgue security guard? What is this requirement?

"Mr. Chen, are you kidding?"

"No, I'm serious." Chen said very seriously.
Chapter completed!