Chapter 9: I Don't Work as a Forensic Doctor—That Doesn't Mean I Don't Know My Stuff (Please Support, Sixth Update)

Old Liu, on his side, led the trainees into the classroom; staying in the dissection room all this time really wasn't appropriate.

They still had to go the variety-show route.

Most variety shows actually run on a CP pairing route—four girls, four guys—so going this route is perfectly normal.

Originally the director's team really had planned to eliminate Xiang Qinqin, but Chen Fan's move, without intending to, put the director in a tough spot.

Boss Yang came over and said, "The director's side is very angry. Aren't you making things hard for people?"

"What's it got to do with me? You want our traffic, but you won't let us be willful?"

Saying that, he picked up an orange from the table and started peeling it.

"Want some?"

Recalling the image of Chen Fan snapping the leg bone earlier, Boss Yang sat up straight at once. Forget it, she wouldn't eat—she had a feeling this orange had been drugged.

"I'm not expecting you all to actually become forensic autopsy doctors, but at this stage I need to assess you. I hope everyone understands."

The trainees nodded one after another.

"Alright, now wait here. Shortly, you'll be divided into groups. Once the grouping is done, you'll go into the office for interviews."

With that, Old Liu left.

After Old Liu left, several trainees let out a breath of relief and gathered together to discuss.

Qu Yiling, in a black jacket paired with a white shirt, took the initiative and said, "During the dissection just now, I was completely stunned. This Chen Fan—I used to think he was just a pretty boy. I didn't expect he really knows how to do an autopsy."

Xiang Qinqin on the side wanted to chime in, but seeing how confident these people looked, she shut her mouth at once.

Compared with these people, Xiang Qinqin really did fall short by quite a bit.

The first to speak up among the guys was Liu Chaoyu. This newcomer, who had served as class monitor back in school, had his own set of theories on how to speak up and how to take the dominant position among a crowd.

You have to know, speaking up, talking and communicating on-site adds quite a lot of points to an interview.

The four guests were observing from the office.

The assisting guests were also there to help screen people, and likewise existed to answer the audience's questions.

Gao Ye said, "I've looked at Qu Yiling's background—number one in her major, very impressive. And she's especially confident and proud."

Boss Yang said, "I'm not very clear on Suzhou Medical College, but I've heard it's a very impressive school—definitely among the top of the six schools that produce forensic doctors."

Teacher He said, "Boss Yang has done a lot of homework. That really is surprising. That's right—everyone here except Xiang Qinqin comes from a top-tier institution. And the reason this recruitment is divided into batches and so on is actually to avoid the mistakes of the previous workplace-style hiring."

In the earliest marketing-style workplace hiring, the director's team chose outstanding business-school students, but in the end they got roasted by the audience.

Because that left no chance for ordinary people at all.

Chen Fan, though, was very straightforward. He said, "Years of hard study—naturally someone outstanding has an advantage. You can't give convenience and treat people differently just because others are at a disadvantage. I don't like that. I think the Liuyebu Society wouldn't act that way either."

A thin, frail middle-aged man in a white coat walked in, sat down among them, and said, "That won't be the case. Old Liu has his own principles in how he does things—you don't need to worry about that."

Teacher He said, "And you are?"

"You can call me Old Zhou. I'm here specifically to answer the audience's questions on-site—things related to forensic medicine, for instance."

Saying that, he very deliberately sat down next to Chen Fan.

Chen Fan instinctively dragged his stool and scooted away.

"Let me say this first—I have no interest in men."

Hahahahaha.

Everyone laughed. Old Zhou, on his side, said, "I watched your dissection video—truly brilliant. The technique was clean and crisp; the cuts absolutely never dragged. If I didn't know you'd never practiced before, I'd have thought you'd been studying dissection since childhood."

Chen Fan said, "Sigh, this, it's nothing, nothing. Maybe the knowledge I studied was rather complicated."

"With just this skill alone, you could be a forensic doctor. Why did you debut as an idol then?"

"Because being an idol makes money."

Boss Yang coughed on her side.

She had meant to give Chen Fan a hint, but Chen Fan went on, "Being a pretty boy is such an easy way to make money—take a photo, act cute when there's nothing to do, then act cute some more when there's still nothing to do, then complain about how hard you work and all that. Truth is, you have no idea how happy and relaxed my life is. Uh—sorry, said too much."

Actually, ever since the system gave him those underworld skills, Chen Fan had started letting himself go.

Before, he had still pretended a little, played the part of a pretty boy. But now, with the skills the system gave him, Chen Fan knew he was destined not to be able to be a normal pretty boy.

Damn it, then he'd just be real—acting every day was really tiring.

"Holy crap, I just switched from passerby to fan. Can you really just say that out loud?"

"This kid's values are actually pretty solid. You shouldn't treat people differently just because they have a higher education, and you can't act like the weak are automatically right just because their education is lower."

"Interesting, interesting. I feel like—does this guy actually understand forensic knowledge?"

"I keep feeling this guy knows all sorts of weird and wonderful things."

Old Zhou said, "Uh, that's normal. But besides looking very cool, dissecting fast really doesn't serve much purpose."

'Who says it doesn't?'

Teacher He said awkwardly, "Um, after all, it is a dissection. You two—show some respect."

Old Zhou said, "Sorry, sorry—forgot we're filming a show. Chen Fan, you can't dissect that fast in the future. We have to respect the corpse, right?"

"Ah, right, right, right. Actually I can go even faster—your tools are a bit old."

"We'll swap in new ones later. I've got a new corpse here—drowned."

"Save it for me to cut later. I'll show you what speed really means."

"No problem."

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Hey—are you guys being polite here?

Polite to the corpse?

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