When we arrived at the boxing club, everyone was very happy to see Tago's return.

Everyone gathered up to say hello to Tago, but when Chen Zhao came in, all the laughter and joy stopped.

They all honestly said hello to Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao felt that he was very much like the villain in the movie.

"You all have broken up. Tago has just been discharged from the hospital. I want to do some rehabilitation exercises with Tago." Chen Zhao said.

Everyone dispersed, and both of them changed into equipment in a familiar way.

Whether it is boxing gloves or boxing helmets, they are used to protect both parties.

Because boxing with bare hands is very easy to cause disability or even death.

"In the next few days, you will need to do anti-strike training. There is no substantial gap in your physical fitness with Zanla Douglas, but when you are in the ring, your anti-strike power will be far inferior to him, so in the future, you will need to face more harsher anti-strike training. This time it is no longer you call for a stop. You will only stop when I think I can stop."

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Chen."

"Okay, let's start."

After receiving Chen Zhao's training again, Tago clearly felt that Chen Zhao was stronger than when he was training with him at the beginning.

Tago knew that when he was training with him, Chen Zhao had never used his true strength.

It was not until Chen Zhao broke Zanla Douglas' arms with one punch to help him revenge that he realized how big the gap between his strength and Chen Zhao was.

Tago had always thought that Chen Zhao's strength should be among professional boxers, and he belonged to the top type.

But he still didn't think that Chen Zhao could be comparable to a true top expert.

It was not until Zanla Douglas lies at Chen Zhao's feet that he realized the reality.

If Chen Zhao goes to participate in a professional boxing competition, then he will definitely be like a great devil.

Chen Zhao's strength is not very strong. After all, although Tago's arm bones have just healed, he has not fully recovered.

Therefore, Chen Zhao's attack was still reserved.

Finally, after ten minutes of storm, Chen Zhao pardoned Tago, allowing Tago to breathe.

Slap—

Chen Zhao and Tago turned their heads and saw Wright standing under the ring and clapping.

"Ms. Wright." Tago is the kind of student in school, and even his academic performance is relatively good.

Of course, this is on the surface, and Tago will accept some of it in private and bully his classmates' employment.

For example, the last time I had a conflict with Chen Zhao was hired, which was considered his way to generate income.

After all, Tago's family is not well off, and he not only works for his dreams, but also has the idea of ​​becoming rich.

"Chen, you are really not doing your job." Wright looked at Chen Zhao with dissatisfaction: "You are a professor in the medical school."

"Why am I not doing my job properly? I am a kind of education now, right?" Chen Zhao turned to look at Tago: "You are right, Tago."

Tago grinned, just not talking.

"Do you have time in the afternoon? I'll arrange an open class for you."

"You have arranged everything for me, can I say no?"

"Then it's settled." A smile finally appeared on Wright's old face: "By the way, I heard that during the days you went to Sacramento for a person who was shot in the head, you saved a person who was shot in the head."

"It's not considered a rescue, it's a rescue. He's lucky. If he had been shot by a large-caliber pistol at that time, I'm afraid I can't do anything about it."

Tago glanced at Chen Zhao and became more and more awe of Chen Zhao.

However, he was also deeply grateful that he took the initiative to resolve the conflict with Chen Zhao.

Instead of continuing to hate Chen Zhao, I can have the opportunity now.

...

"Ms. Wright, wait..." A man in his early thirties caught up with Wright.

"Gerard, is there anything wrong?" Wright asked back.

"Ms. Wright, I want you to explain why my open class was replaced. I don't think I'm doing anything wrong." Gerard looked at Wright with anger on his face.

"Why?" Wright thought for a while and looked at Gerald: "I don't want to interfere too much with your private life, but please focus on people other than students. I don't want two girls to come into my office and complain about your emotional chaos. In the past month, you have missed at least five classes. If that's the case, I will give you less lessons so that you can have more time to handle your emotional life well. Besides... Since I have a better choice, why don't I use it? I'm already very merciless. I hope you know a little bit."

Gerald's face turned pale: "In the academic academics of neurosurgery, is anyone better than me?"

"Of course." Wright answered for granted.

"Is there such a person at the University of Los Angeles?" Of course, Gerald couldn't feel that he was the best neurosurgeon expert in the world.

But he felt that there was absolutely no such person at the University of Los Angeles.

"Mr. Gerald, if you have any objections to my decision, please improve your professionalism and professional ethics, and then argue with me. Okay, I have something to do, goodbye."

After saying that, Wright turned around and left, and she never hesitated about her decision.

The person who replaced Gerald's open class was nothing but Chen Zhao.

If Chen Zhao had not had his own main job, if Chen Zhao's main job was a university professor, Wright would have kicked Gerald out without hesitation.

Now that he has only replaced him for a few classes, he is actually entangled with himself.

However, Gerald was unwilling to give up. He was the youngest professor in the history of the University of Los Angeles.

At the age of thirty, he has already won the honor of being a full professor.

Except for a few people in school, he was scary old and old, who were scary.

And he always believes that in his professional field, he is the best.

Unlike ordinary professors, there is only teaching experience.

Gerald has worked as a doctor, and has been a attending doctor for four years in neurosurgery and has been an intern for one year.

In neurosurgery, even the oldest professor in the school with the highest seniority may not dare to compete with him in this regard.

"Mr. Ronan." Gerald called his teacher.

Anther Ronan was the director of neurosurgery when he was an intern and was also his most trusted neurosurgeon.

It was the opportunity to intern under Anser Ronan that he learned a lot in the field of neurosurgery, and Anser Ronan was also the only expert he recognized, who was better than him in this field.
Chapter completed!