Chapter 983 Internship Unit (Fifth update, please vote for me)

"Has Professor Forsl always been so grumpy?"

Villian pulled a student and asked in a low voice. In Professor Forsl's office, the sound of beatings continued to be heard.

"No, Professor Fausl used to be a very gentle person." The student said, "It's just that the funds for the laboratory have not come down recently, so Professor Fausl has had several disputes with the school."

Fosier is frantically destroying everything he can.

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

The stuff in the computer is so important.

Just then, Forsl's phone rang.

"Professor Forsl, I heard that the school rejected your funding application. What do you think? Do you want to consider my financial support? I can give you more financial support. The research funding for you in one year is more than what the University of Los Angeles has used in the past. I will give you ten times the funding in a few years, and give you the best equipment and even the best assistants.”

Fusier listened to the unfamiliar voice on the phone, and he hesitated.

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

However, Fusier kept rejecting him.

But this time he was really shaken.

"What do I have to pay?" Forsl asked.

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

Fosier's face changed drastically, and the other party continued: "You also know that any biological and medical experiment will eventually require clinical trials. Always use mice for experiments, and you will never get experimental results, or even use corpses. There is no point in doing experiments. Only by actually doing it on living people can you get the final data and prove Camus' theory."

At this moment, a fat man came into the laboratory and opened the door of Fosier's office.

"Nicholas, what are you doing here?" Fusier 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 will intern with you will also be assigned to other laboratories."

"No, you don't have this right." Fusier shouted loudly.

"I really don't have this right, but the principal does." Nicholas said, "I think you need to prepare and file the experimental data. I will bring someone to clean the laboratory tomorrow."

Nicholas didn't intend to talk nonsense with Fossl. After directly explaining his purpose, he walked away.

Fossl looked at Nicholas's back, endless anger bursting out of his eyes.

"You will regret it!"

…

"Hello, Mr. Waltz, I am Chen Zhao."

Tim Waltz was surprised that Chen Zhao would take the initiative to call him.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, what's the matter?"

“I have a few students who are going on internships, so I want to make them interns at Chanterly Hospital.”

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

Since Chen Zhao rescued his son Hoffman, Hoffman's physical condition has been greatly improved.

Tim Waltz always kept this incident in mind.

But on weekdays, he couldn't do much to help Chen Zhao.

Now that Chen Zhao took the initiative and asked for a few internship places, he would certainly not refuse.

"Two to three," Chen Zhao said.

Chen Zhao estimated that Evelei would definitely not become an intern.

It's not that Evelei is not capable enough, but because of her special status.

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

Maisie, Little Grove and La Boer, Chen Zhao was not sure.

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

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

"Hi, dear Miss Saran."

Shalan knew at first glance that the car belonged to Chen Zhao.

So without any hesitation, he directly posted a ticket.

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

"Let me count, how many tickets have you given me since we met."

"Let me also count how many times you have violated the rules."

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

"No, I still have to work." Shalan rejected Chen Zhao's invitation without mercy: "By the way, you have a good figure. I hope I will have the opportunity to see you running naked on the highway."

Which pot should not be opened? Chen Zhao's face suddenly turned foul.

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

Of course Shalan's face became ugly.

For her, it was also a permanent pain.

The two broke up unhappy.

Chen Zhao passed a few streets and planned to go to the supermarket to buy some things.

Just as I parked my car in the parking lot, a car stopped behind me, and two gangsters got out of the car, both holding baseball bats.

It seemed that these two people were here to block Chen Zhao, who was now standing in the narrow gap between the cars.

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

Chen Zhao stretched out his hand and grasped the head of the baseball bat.

Chen Zhao grabbed the baseball bat and gently hit the gangster on the shoulder.

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

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

"Who asked you to come?" Chen Zhao asked.

The two gangsters just kept howling and didn't say a word.

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

"Don't mess around. Our boss is the Wild Boar King. If you dare to hit us again, our boss will definitely take revenge on us."

"Wild Boar King? What kind of idiot would give you such a nickname?" Chen Zhao rolled his eyes and gave the gangster another kick.

The two gangsters tried their best, but Chen Zhao just kept fighting.

If you don't tell the truth, just hit him hard.

"We said...we said it was Little Grove...he paid five hundred dollars for us to beat you up." One of the gangsters couldn't stand it anymore and finally told the truth.

Chen Zhao's face turned dark. His student paid to hire a gangster to beat him up?

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

"Mr. Waltz, the number of intern doctors I want is reduced by one. In addition, do you still need more security guards in the morgue of your hospital?"

"Uh..." Tim Waltz was very stunned.

Morgue security? What kind of requirement is this?

"Mr. Chen, are you kidding?"

"No, I'm serious." Chen Zhao said seriously.