"Gerard, is there anything wrong?" Anther Ronan asked.

"Mr. Ronan, my course has been replaced, and our principal said that there is someone better than me who replaced me." Gerald said as if in a complaint.

Anther Ronan frowned: "Since someone better than you replaced you, what's there to say? This only means that you are not excellent enough."

"I've checked the information about the person who replaced my open class, but that guy has never heard of it. Even before that, he only took one class, and he was a substitute for others, and he was not a professor in neurosurgery. Now he wants to replace me, how can I be willing to do so?"

"Let other subjects replace you with open neurosurgery classes?" Anther Ronan's face was also a little unpleasant.

Although Gerald is not the top neurosurgery, and is even worse than himself in his major, he believes that professors in other subjects cannot be better than Gerald, a specialist in neurosurgery.

"Yeah, I even doubt there is something dark about it."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I hope that you can expose him during class and reveal his true colors. At least you should let the school know that you have a specialty in your profession, rather than letting an outsider replace me."

“When was the open class you were replaced?”

“It’s the afternoon.”

"Yes, I'll have time in the afternoon, so I'll go to your school."

Gerald looked happy and with Anther Ronan as his backing, he was not afraid of not being able to suppress that person.

As long as his first public class is questioned in public, and the person questioning is still the authority of neurosurgery, it will be seen how he has the face to continue to stay.

If Gerald is an expert in neurosurgery, then Anther Ronan is the authority in this regard.

Not to mention Los Angeles, even the entire California, or even the entire United States, Anther Ronan is also the top neurosurgery authority.

"Sir." At this moment, Gerald was stopped.

Gerald turned around and found that he was a stranger.

My hair is a little loose, and I look like I am in my fifties, but I am dressed appropriately.

It just looks like why this person looks so familiar?

"Hello, is there anything wrong?" Gerald asked.

"I would like to ask, how to get to the principal's office."

The more Gerald looked at the person in front of him, the more familiar he felt: "Do you have something to do with the principal?"

"Oh, I just received the notice to become an external faculty member at the University of Los Angeles. Today I am here to report."

"Are you Mr. Hill Nandez?" Gerald finally recognized the person in front of him. Hill Nandez, who is known as a scalpel among the authority of neurosurgery, has an almost perfect personal record and has outstanding performance in many extremely rare neurosurgery operations.

His seniority is even higher than Anther Ronan, with more than 30 years of experience in his career.

To him, it seems that he will accept all the surgery.

Unlike ordinary doctors, they will turn them out when they see extremely difficult surgery, so as not to affect their success rate.

"Oh, do you know me?" Hill Nandez was a little surprised.

"Did you forget what we saw at the California Medical Exchange Conference a year ago?"

"Sorry, I don't have a good memory." Hill Nandez replied with a smile.

Suddenly, Gerald realized the problem.

Couldn't Hill Nandez in front of him be the one who replaced him?

If this is the case, you will be kicked to the iron plate.

This made Gerald a little frightened: "Mr. Hill, which department are you going to be a lecturer?"

"My major is neurosurgery," said Hill Nandez.

Gerald's heart thumped. If Hill Nandez really replaced him, then he could only let Anther Ronan not come in the afternoon.

To avoid embarrassment, Hill Nandez is not an ordinary person, and his strength is obvious to all. If you go to him to smash the ground, you will only make yourself beat yourself up in the end.

"But I am not a full professor, I am just an external teacher."

"Ah?" Gerald was stunned for a moment, but soon a little hope rose: "Mr. Hill Nandez, with your professionalism, no school can reject your professorship, right?"

"No, I'm not good enough, far from good enough. I heard that the University of Los Angeles has many excellent professors in neurosurgery. This time, I came here to teach some professional subjects, but also hope to communicate and learn with my colleagues." Hill Nandez said.

Gerald was relieved when he heard Hill Nandez's words.

It seems that it is not Hill Nandez. Hilnandez is just an ordinary lecturer and is responsible for professional course teaching.

Generally speaking, open classes are at least at the level of associate professors, or successful people invited by the school from society.

No matter how professional Hill Nandez is, as long as he is not an associate professor or an associate professor or above, he is not qualified to give a speech in public classes.

"Mr. Hill, I am Gerald, and a professor of neurosurgery, but in front of you, I dare not call myself an expert."

"Mr. Gerald, then we will communicate more in the future."

"By the way, Mr. Gerald, you need to note that in our school, not every professor deserves it. For example, there is a person from another department in the afternoon who actually teaches in the open class of neurosurgery."

"Oh? A layman?"

"A person who only attends one substitute class, with the title of professor, actually wants to hold an open class."

"Yeah."

"I think neurosurgery is a very profound and difficult subject. I hope my students will not be misled by an outsider, so in that afternoon class, I will expose the true level of that person." Gerald said: "I also hope Mr. Hill can help me."

"Yes, but I need to determine first whether that person is really not professional." Hill Nandez said.

"Of course, that's for sure."

"I have to go to the principal's office to go through the induction procedures first."

"Then I won't bother Mr. Hill. The principal's office is in that building, and the second room on the left on the fourth floor, with a sign at the door."

"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Gerald."

Gerald took two steps, saw a big man coming in front of him, and he took the initiative to say hello, "Tago, you are discharged from the hospital."

"Well, Mr. Gerald." Tago also responded to Gerald's greeting.

"Tag, do you have a chance to make extra money?"

"Mr. Gerald, I'm sorry." Tago shook his head.

Since the last time he was taught a lesson by Chen Zhao, Tago has stopped taking the job.

On the one hand, it has a great impact on one's reputation, but on the other hand, it is afraid that someone can't afford to mess with you again.

Furthermore, if this kind of thing comes to Chen Zhao's ears, I'm really afraid that it will anger him.

"It's not that you're going to hit someone."

"Oh? Didn't you hit someone?"

"There was an outsider who snatched my open class and I needed you to question that outsider in class, a thousand dollars."

Tago's heart moved. This was an easy deal, but it was a good deal for him who was short of money.

"Don't I need to do it?"

"Yes, as long as you question it."

"By the way, please help me find a few more scenes in your boxing club, and it's best to be able to follow you to make fun of it."

“It costs extra money.”

"Can."

Hanbao was very moved when he saw some book reviewers asking Hanbao to take a break. However, Hanbao owed money because of some family reasons and wanted to repay the owed money to others as soon as possible, so he had to work hard. As long as he had a bad health before paying back the money, everything else didn't matter. I said this was not to make everyone sympathize with me. Anyway, my hard work is my own business, and I also understand how I should do it. I just wanted to say that if you think this book is good, or if Hanbao works hard enough, then support it. If you have monthly tickets and recommendation tickets, you will not refuse, and you think you have read it well, so you can subscribe to it and start.
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