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October 1st.
Chen Gong got up early, packed some stuff, put on his white coat, and set off.
The affiliated hospital wasn't far from the university, just a ten-minute walk. Occasionally, he would see some upperclassmen hurriedly passing by.
Holding a steamed bun, he ate as he walked toward the hospital.
Or perhaps to the library to prepare for their graduate entrance exams.
In the campus of Medical University, it was rare to see a scene of leisure. By senior year, life's pace had become quite hurried.
Even during National Day, you could still see students studying under the trees with books in hand.
Perhaps choosing the path of medicine meant that the rest of one's life would be filled with endless exams and studying.
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After arriving at the orthopedics office, Qin Xuehai had not yet arrived.
The on-duty doctor was busy. Several interns and standardized training doctors had entered and, out of habit, sat down to wait for the shift handover to begin.
