Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, almost two weeks have passed, arriving at April 30th.
In the morning, Zhuo Jiahe sluggishly lagged behind, shouting to the people in front, "Today's internship doctors basic practical skills competition is being held in the basketball arena."
"That place can accommodate thousands of people; there will always be seats, so take your time."
Walking in front, Xingyue, Qi Yuanchen, and Jiang Rong all stopped in their tracks and looked back at Zhuo Jiahe.
"I say, competition-type live performance player Zhuo Jiahe!"
Xingyue said teasingly, "Not being selected as one of the top ten representatives of Anlin Hospital for the competition, are you feeling defeated and losing motivation?"
Zhuo Jiahe retorted indignantly, "Not making it to the top ten was because the night before the selection, I ate something bad, got diarrhea, and lost strength, which led to my poor performance."
