Demons Beside You

"Gerald, is there anything wrong?" Ansel Ronan asked.

"Mr. Ronan, my course has been replaced, our principal said, someone better than me has replaced me." Gerrard said in a complaint tone.

Ansel Ronan frowned. "Since someone better than you has replaced you, what can I say, it only shows that you are not good enough."

"I checked the information of the person who replaced my public class. The guy had never heard of it. Even before that, he had only attended one class, and it was given to someone else. He was not a neurosurgery major Professor, now I want to replace me, how can I be willing. "

"Let other subjects take the public course in neurosurgery?" Anthony Ronan's face also looked a little ugly.

Although Gerrard is not at the top of neurosurgery, he is even worse than himself in terms of specialty, but he believes that professors in other disciplines cannot be better than Gerrard in neurosurgery.

"Yeah, I even wonder what's going on inside."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I hope that you can pierce him during class and let him be exposed. At least you should let the school know that there is a specialty in surgery, not an outsider to replace me."

"When was the public class you were replaced?"

"It's afternoon."

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

Gerald was happy, with Ansel Ronan as the backing, and he was not afraid that he would not be able to suppress that person.

As long as his first public class was questioned in public, and the person questioning was still the authority of neurosurgery, then how can he still have the face to stay on.

If Gerrard is an expert in neurosurgery, then Ansel Ronan is the authority in this area.

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

"Sir." Gerald was stopped just then.

Gerrard turned around and found a stranger.

Her hair was a bit loose and she looked like she was in her fifties, but she was decently dressed.

Just to see how this person is so familiar?

"Hello, what's the matter?" Gerrard asked.

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

The more Gerrard looked at the man in front of him, the more he became familiar: "Are you going to find the principal?"

"Oh, I just got notified and became an external faculty member of the University of Los Angeles. I am here to report."

"Are you Mr. Hill Nanders?" Gerald finally recognized the person in front of him. Hill Nanders, the authority of neurosurgery, is called a scalpel. His personal record is outstanding in many super rare neurosurgical operations.

He is even higher than Anser Ronan, with more than thirty years of experience in the industry.

To him, it seemed that no operation was coming.

Unlike ordinary doctors, when they see an extremely difficult operation, they are turned away, so as not to affect their success rate.

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

"We saw it at the California Medical Exchange Conference a year ago, did you forget it?"

"Sorry, I don't have a good memory," Hill Nanders answered with a smile.

Suddenly, Gerrard realized the problem.

Isn't Hill Nanders the one in front of him?

If that's the case, then you have to hit the iron plate.

This made Gerrard a little apprehensive: "Mr. Hill, which department are you going to lecture on?"

"My specialty is neurosurgery," Hill Nanders said.

Gerald jumped in his heart. If Hill Nanders really replaced himself, then he could only let Ansel Ronan do not come over this afternoon.

To avoid embarrassment, Hill Nanders is not an ordinary person, and his strength is obvious to all. Going to him to smash the field, in the end, he will only smash his head.

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

"Ah?" Gerald froze, but a little hope soon rose: "Mr. Hill Nanders, with your professionalism, shouldn't any school be able to reject your professorship?"

"No, I'm not good enough. I'm far from good enough. I heard that there are many excellent professors of neurosurgery at the University of Los Angeles. In addition to teaching in some professional disciplines this time, I also hope to be able to communicate and learn with colleagues." Hill Nanders said.

Gerald breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Hill Nandez's words.

It doesn't seem to be Hill Nanders, Hilanders is just an ordinary lecturer, responsible for teaching professional courses.

Generally speaking, there are open classes, at least at the associate professor level, or successful people invited by the school from the community.

No matter how professional Hill Hills is, as long as he is not an associate professor or above, he is not eligible to speak in public classes.

"Mr. Hill, I'm Gerrard, a professor of neurosurgery, but in front of you, I dare not call myself an expert."

"Mr. Gerrard, then we will talk more."

"By Mr. Gerrard, you need to pay attention. In our school, not every professor is deservedly deserved. For example, there is a person from another department in the afternoon who actually wants to take an open course in neurosurgery Speak up. "

"Oh? Amateur?"

"A person who has only one substitute lesson, under the title of professor, actually wants to have an open class."

"is it."

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

"Yes, but I need to determine first whether that person is really unprofessional." Hill Nanders said.

"Of course, that's for sure."

"I'll go to the principal's office first to go through the induction process."

"Then I will not disturb Mr. Hill, the principal's office is in that building, the second room on the fourth floor to the left, and there is a sign at the door."

"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Gerrard."

Gerrard took two steps and saw a big man in front of him come out and said hello: "Tag, you're discharged."

"Well, Mr. Gerrard." Tiger also responded to Gerrard's greetings.

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

"Mr. Gerrard, I don't take this job anymore, sorry." Tiger shook his head.

Since the last time he was taught by Chen Yi, Tago hasn't picked up.

On the one hand, it is too much to affect their reputation, on the other hand, they are still afraid of encountering another one.

Moreover, if this kind of thing spreads to Chen Ye's ears, I'm really afraid it will anger him.

"It's not for you to hit someone."

"Oh? Aren't they beating?"

"A layman snatched my open class. I need you to question that layman in the classroom, one thousand dollars."

A move in Tiger's mind made it an easy deal, and it was a good deal for him who was short of money.

"Don't you need me to do it?"

"Yes, as long as you question."

"By the way, you can help me find some support scenes from your boxing club. It's better to be able to cheer with you."

"This will require additional money."

"can."

Hanbao was touched when several book reviewers gave Hanbao a break. However, because of some reasons at home, Hanbao owed money and wanted to return it to others as soon as possible, so he had to work hard. As long as the liver is bad before the money is repaid, everything else does not matter. I said that these are not for everyone to sympathize with me, anyway, I try hard to be my own thing, and I also understand what I want to do. I just want to say that if you think this book is good, or if Hanbao is working hard enough, then support a wave. If you have a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket, you wo n’t reject it. Up.