Chapter 11

Cheng Ruofei and another Miss named Qu Yiling.

The two walked side by side into the office. Cheng Ruofei was very tall, around one hundred seventy-five centimeters, and Qu Yiling was not short either, but compared to Cheng Ruofei, she was missing just a little something.,

Walking into the office, Old Liu looked over the resumes, then raised his head and looked at the two.

"Let me ask you something — why should I group you two together?"

Cheng Ruofei said, "Because we're both graduate students?"

Old Liu said nothing, continuing to look at the two.

Cheng Ruofei went on, "Could it be because we're all from the same school, from Suzhou Medical College?"

Meanwhile, Qu Yiling was the first to speak up and said, "Simply because we're both confident and pretty Misses."

Old Liu was amused and for a moment didn't know what to say.

In the observation room, Chen Fan and Old Zhou were discussing the case, while Teacher He on the side said, "Right, Old Zhou — it won't be a choice between two this time, will it?"

The room suddenly went quiet. Old Zhou said, "The original plan was a choice between two, but if we really did a choice between two, it doesn't seem quite fair."

Chen Fan said, "It was never fair to begin with. You put two people with equally high qualifications together to compete — what, so you can give the people under less competitive pressure a chance? They toiled at their studies for all those years, and you wipe it all away with a casual arrangement?"

Why blurt out such harsh truths?

Actually, the production team's thinking was very simple — create conflict, create controversy; only this way do you get traffic.

Everyone understands one thing: in a real forensic recruitment, you don't even need to look — it's one hundred percent sorted by qualifications.

But this is a show after all. Even though everyone knows qualifications matter, this fig leaf can't be stripped away.

Boss Yang coughed once. She could read the director's meaning and gave Chen Fan a hint.

She kept blinking at him.

"Old Zhou, tell me — why do people always blink?"

"Probably because the weather is dry, that's why they blink."

Chen Fan nodded.

He reached out, spat some saliva onto his hand, and prepared to dab it on his boss's eyes.

"Chen Fan, you're dead."

Chen Fan dodged Boss Yang's attack outright.

"You're really something — I felt your eyes were dry, so I came over specially to help you. Honestly, you have a petty mind."

Boss Yang was left speechless.

'Hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter — Chen Fan, you absolute genius.'

"I really can't take it. This kid — must be a pushover, right? The boss was hinting at you to stop talking."

"But what Chen Fan said is right too. They worked so hard studying — why put them in a high-pressure competitive environment? Where's the meaning in all their studying then?"

"The director's team didn't arrange this well, did they? Isn't this purely negating the results of their hard work?"

And the self-introductions of Cheng Ruofei and Qu Yiling were the most cutting of all.

Cheng Ruofei introduced herself as a graduate student at Suzhou University, and had achieved first place in her major courses.

In the graduate entrance exams, she was first in her major for both the preliminary and re-examination rounds.

She was absolutely the most formidable academic overachiever.

If someone like this came to compete, it would truly be at a crushing level.

Meanwhile, Qu Yiling on the side was even more intimidating — not only a graduate student, but she had also published her own paper in CI, and as first author at that.

The paper was mainly about a kind of test strip that can effectively reduce the need for blood-relation identification.

Put plainly, it was a great help for anti-kidnapping and finding missing relatives.

However, there seemed to be some issue with mass production.

Looking at it this way, Qu Yiling's odds of winning were greater, because people who have made real practical contributions are truly rare.

Chen Fan said, "First author — that's impressive, right?"

Old Zhou said, "Very impressive. As first author, you could say she was the one who proposed and completed this project. The people who supplemented it afterward were really just helping out and polishing."

Chen Fan said, "Then there's no need to choose. Qu Yiling is definitely advancing. No need to look at the other Miss — first in her major courses is useless. Stop studying, everyone, just slack off."

Damn, you can't put it that way.

Old Zhou quickly coughed and said, "That's not how you look at it."

Teacher He wore a speechless expression and looked at Boss Yang — can't your employee talk a little less?

Boss Yang said, "Showing off, are you? If you think you can do it, go interview yourself? Your qualifications aren't even fit to lace her shoes."

"I'm not going. Being a forensic doctor doesn't pay much anyway. But Cheng Ruofei here — in any other group, she'd be crushing it. Why pick first and second for one slot, third and fourth for another? The director's team did this on purpose, right?"

The director's team felt that the knife should just go ahead and finish this person off.

Old Zhou said, "Don't worry. The screening isn't based on groups — it's based on individual ability. If it were based on groups, it really would be unfair."

On-site, Old Liu brought the two over to two dummies.

"This is prepared for you. Whatever clues you can find, say them out. Remember, this is a simulated scenario."

One dummy each, one body each. For forensic doctors, professional talk is useless — just look at the body; that's the most practical.

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