My Devil Mentor

Zeng Jingmo, the youngest deputy chief physician of Xijiang Hospital, slammed a stack of medical records on the table, his stern eyes as sharp as a scalpel. Standing in front of him, the first-year graduate student Xiyan bit her lower lip and dug her nails into her palms - she couldn't cry, at least not in front of this man. Three months ago, when the admission notice for the postgraduate entrance examination was delivered, Xiyan thought it was a turning point in fate. She gave up her job and chose graduate school. She just wanted to spend three years in exchange for a better future, but she didn't know that what was waiting for her was a "devil mentor" known in the medical field. "Rewrite the medical record and send it to my email before twelve o'clock tonight." Zeng Jingmo turned and left, his white coat drawing an indifferent arc, "Remember, in my group, there is no such word as 'almost'." At two o'clock in the morning, Xi Yan finished revising the medical record for the seventh time, and his red and swollen eyes could hardly see the screen. "Be down-to-earth and study seriously. Eat something." Zeng Jingmo's voice was still cold, but with a touch of imperceptible gentleness. "After eating, go to the duty room and sleep for two hours. You will be in charge of 25 acupuncture beds tomorrow." This is the strangest teacher-student combination in Xijiang Hospital—— She is a sincere and passionate but reckless and impulsive Chinese medicine student; He is a calm, self-possessed but strict young deputy commander; She calls him "the big devil" and he calls her "little trouble." "Teacher Zeng, why did you choose me?" "Because..." Zeng Jingmo took off his glasses and showed his fatigue in front of her for the first time, "only in your eyes can I see hope." From teachers and students to comrades-in-arms, from mutual torture to mutual redemption. On this road of Chinese medicine, which is full of ups and downs, they are the most unlikely