On Tuesday evening, after a day's training, Qi Yuanchen, Zhuo Jiahe, Xingyue, and Jiang Rong gathered once again in the cafeteria.
Gazing at the food on her plate, Xingyue complained, "I thought the food at our Medical College cafeteria was bad enough, but being here has once again shattered my definition of terrible food."
Qi Yuanchen quietly defended the cafeteria, saying, "I think it's pretty good."
"Most of the food at Bin University's cafeteria is southern-style, it might not suit your northern taste buds."
Xingyue snorted lightly, changing the topic, "What do you guys think about the practical skills competition for intern doctors from seven hospitals that was announced for the end of the training?"
"Of course, we have thoughts!"
Zhuo Jiahe clenched his fist and pumped it once, saying, "There's only one Expert Lin. If you want to catch his attention and win his approval, you have to make yourself outstanding and prominent."
