Southeast University.

Science and Education Building.

Su Jie handed his information to the female teacher with black-rimmed glasses in front of him and said: "No. 13, Su Jie, thank you teacher."

The female teacher took the information with one hand, pushed up her black-rimmed glasses with the other hand, and said in a cold voice: "Sit at the door for a while, I'll be with you soon."

After saying that, her eyes stayed on Su Jie's face for two more seconds without leaving any trace, then turned around, twisted her hips and walked into a conference room. The door of the conference room had a sign saying "The First Direct Doctoral Class Interview of Southeast University"

Venue'.

Su Jie found a seat in the corridor and sat down. He looked around. There were many interviewers sitting on the seats next to him, but most of them were older. It could be seen from the sparse hair on the top of their heads that these doctors had a lot of life.

Like dandelions, it’s time to drift in the wind.

Su Jie's eyes were looking at others, and others were also looking at Su Jie.

"Is this also for an interview?"

"Didn't you see that he handed the information to the female teacher? She must have been interviewed just like us."

"Why is he so young? Aren't the recommended fresh graduates coming only tomorrow? Today they are all specially recruited for clinical practice. He doesn't look like he has been working in clinical practice for several years."

In order to facilitate management, Southeast University’s advance batch interviews are divided into two batches.

The special admissions session for fresh graduates is tomorrow, and those who come today are all already working in clinical settings and have received recommendation letters from leaders.

Su Jie's age aroused everyone's curiosity, but everyone was just curious and did not think about anything else.

The first direct PhD program of Southeast University is a big cake, and the "big" here only refers to its value, not its weight.

In fact, since this is the first batch of trial admissions, there are only thirty-five direct doctorate places for the first batch, and the number of special clinical admissions for interviews today is already close to thirty.

And when the value of a certain resource is 'big' enough, but the weight is not 'big' enough, the price you need to pay if you want to use your brain will be greatly increased accordingly.

After all, you are not the only one with connections. Once someone breaks the fair rules of the game, countless people will follow suit. However, there are only thirty-five direct blog quotas in total, and it is probably not enough to use them all for connections.

Unless your relationship is so hard that others dare to be angry and dare not speak out, you have to play the game obediently and within the rules without any complaints.

Mr. Wei had reminded Su Jie at the beginning that the selection for the direct PhD quota this time was very fair. Even if he wanted to use his connections to get Su Jie directly in, he couldn't do it. Therefore, Su Jie must work hard on his own and rely on his strength to get a place at Southeast University.

recognition of aspects.

At this moment, an interviewer walked out with a sullen face. After closing the door, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and it looked like he took a deep sigh.

"Number 12." The female teacher with black-rimmed glasses shouted loudly from inside.

A severely bald man with a big belly stood up in a panic. His forehead was already covered with sweat in the winter. He hurriedly took out a napkin from his pocket and tried his best to wipe off the sweat stains on his face, but accidentally got more stains on his face.

There are so many tiny scraps of paper on my face.

"Number 12!" The female teacher's voice with black-rimmed glasses sounded again, this time she seemed a little impatient.

"I'm coming!"

The bald man with confetti on his face walked over quickly. Just as he passed by Su Jie, Su Jie stopped him with his hand and kindly reminded: "There are a lot of confetti on your face. Wipe it off, otherwise it will give people an impression."

not good."

"Thank you... thank you." The bald man was stunned for a moment, then wiped his face with his sleeve and thanked Su Jie.

The door opened and then closed hard again.

The people waiting for the interview in the corridor couldn't help but feel heavy in their hearts.

It seems that this interview was not as gentle as I thought.

It was indeed a cruel knockout match...

The eyes focused on Su Jie disappeared in an instant, and everyone began to work hard to adjust themselves, or cramming with books, or closing their eyes to rest. Anyway, no matter what method, everyone hopes to present a good performance in the interview later.

The most perfect self.

At this time, Su Jie became the most calm person among everyone present. Compared with everyone present, the price he paid for this interview was the smallest, and the psychological burden was naturally not that great.

Mr. Wei also said at the beginning that he would try his best, but it just wouldn't work. Anyway, Su Jie is still young and there will be many opportunities in the future.

Su Jie's position was facing the door of the interview conference room, so when the door opened, he could just see the scene in the interview conference room.

There was a long table, with three teachers sitting behind it, and opposite the long table, there was a high-backed chair.

Three against one, the feeling of intimidation is huge.

In the few seconds when the door was opened and closed, what impressed Su Jie the most was the male teacher sitting in the middle of the long table.

If Su Jie saw it right, he seemed to be frowning, his expression was solemn, and he looked worried, which was in sharp contrast to the two relaxed teachers next to him.

It's just an interview, is it necessary to show such a tangled expression? Is it possible that the level of the first eleven interviewers is so poor that it can break the examiner's mentality?

Su Jie couldn't help but start to worry about the bald man just now.

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In the interview conference room.

The bald man had sweat pouring from his forehead and was sitting in a chair dumbfounded.

Despite Su Jie's reminder, the completely panicked bald man still didn't clean his face. White paper scraps were scattered on his fat face, like white sesame seeds sprinkled on a flatbread.

"Don't be so nervous. Just talk about your situation and relax."

The male teacher sitting on the left side of the long table couldn't stand it anymore and softly comforted him.

The bald man nodded and began to introduce himself like an endorsement. But the terrible thing was that even though it was an endorsement, he hadn't memorized it yet. He was extremely nervous and stumbled in the second half. The three examiners couldn't bear to hear it.

Zhu frowned.

"Okay, let's skip this link for now and talk about your main clinical focus." The examiner sitting in the middle of the long table interrupted the bald man's recitation and asked.

The bald man was not good at self-introduction, and the specially prepared content was messed up due to nervousness, but when it came to clinical work, he quickly regained his confidence.

"Dear teachers, I am an attending physician in the General Surgery Department of the Provincial Hospital. My main focus is laparoscopy. Last year, our treatment team completed 657 laparoscopic surgeries in one year, ranking first in the province!"

Hearing the bald man's confident answer, the three examiners finally showed a smile, and asked several questions about clinical practice and laparoscopy one after another.

Although there are differences in some cognitive details between clinics and universities, the overall performance of the bald man is still good, which also proves that those who can be recommended for direct doctoral interviews are not just ordinary people.

The expressions of the examiners gradually relaxed, and the atmosphere in the interview conference hall began to soften.

"Teacher Zhu, this is quite good. Do you want to ask more questions?"

At this time, the male teacher on the left suddenly asked in a low voice to the examiner in the middle.

The examiner surnamed Zhu thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, looked at the bald man who was gradually showing a confident smile, and asked the question that he had asked several times before:

"What do you think of NOTES technology? Has this technology been used clinically?"

The confident smile on the bald man's face suddenly froze. Looking at the examiner, he paused and then stammered: "N...NOT what?"
Chapter completed!