When they reached the boxing club, everyone was very happy to see Tiger return.
Everyone surrounded him to greet him, but when Chen Zhao walked in, all the laughter stopped.
They all greeted Chen Zhao honestly. Chen Zhao felt like he was a villain in a movie.
"You guys can go now," Chen Zhao said. "Tiger just got out of the hospital. I need to do some rehabilitation exercises with him."
Everyone dispersed. The two changed into their equipment with familiarity.
Both the gloves and the helmet were used to protect both sides.
Boxing with bare fists could easily cripple or even kill someone.
"In the next few days, you'll need to do resistance training. You and Zanla Douglas aren't much different in terms of physical fitness, but when you're in the ring, your resistance is far inferior to his. So, in the future, you'll need to face even harsher resistance training. This time, you won't be the one asking me to stop. I'll only stop when I think it's time to stop."
"Yes, I understand, Mr. Chen."
"Okay, let's begin."
After receiving Chen Zhao's training again, Tiger could clearly feel that Chen Zhao was even stronger than when they'd first trained.
Tiger knew that Chen Zhao had never used his true strength when they'd first trained.
It wasn't until Chen Zhao broke Zanla Douglas' arms with a punch to avenge him that he realized how big the difference in power between them was.
Before, Tiger had always thought that Chen Zhao was at the top of the professional boxers.
But he still didn't think that Chen Zhao could compare to the real top fighters.
It wasn't until Zanla Douglas lay at Chen Zhao's feet that he realized the truth.
If Chen Zhao went to a professional boxing match, he'd definitely be like a demon king.
Chen Zhao wasn't very strong. After all, Tiger's arm had just healed and hadn't fully recovered.
Therefore, Chen Zhao held back some of his attacks.
Finally, after ten minutes of torrential attacks, Chen Zhao pardoned Tiger and let him take a breather.
Clap, clap —
Chen Zhao and Tiger turned around and saw Wright clapping her hands below the ring.
"Ms. Wright." Tiger was one of the more outstanding students in school. Even in terms of academic performance, he was quite good.
Of course, this was only on the surface. Privately, Tiger would also accept some jobs to bully his classmates.
For example, the conflict with Chen Zhao last time was because he was hired. It was a way for him to earn money.
After all, Tiger didn't come from a good family. Boxing wasn't just for his dreams. He also wanted to get rich.
"Chen, you're really not doing your job." Wright looked at him, dissatisfied. "You're a medical professor."
"How am I not doing my job? I'm also being educated now, right?" Chen Zhao turned to look at Tiger. "Don't you think so, Tiger?"
Tiger grinned but didn't say anything.
"Are you free in the afternoon? I've arranged a public lecture for you."
"You've already arranged everything for me. Can I say no?"
"Then it's settled." A smile finally appeared on Wright's old face. "By the way, I heard that while you were on vacation in Sacramento, you saved a man who was shot in the head."
"It wasn't really saved. It was emergency treatment. He was lucky. If he'd been shot by a large-caliber gun, I probably wouldn't have been able to do anything."
Tiger glanced at Chen Zhao. His respect for Chen Zhao grew.
However, he was also glad that he'd resolved the conflict with Chen Zhao.
He didn't continue to hate Chen Zhao. That was why he had the opportunity now.
…
"Ms. Wright, wait …" A man in his thirties caught up to Wright.
"Jared, what's wrong?" Wright asked, turning around.
"Ms. Wright, I want you to explain why my public lecture was replaced. I don't think I did anything wrong." Jared stared at Wright angrily.
"Why?" Wright thought for a moment and looked at Jared. "I don't want to interfere too much with your private life, but please focus on people other than students. I don't want two girls coming into my office to complain about your messed up love life. In the past month, you've missed at least five classes. Since that's the case, I'll give you fewer classes so you can have more time to deal with your love life. Plus … since I have a better choice, why wouldn't I use it? I'm already being merciful by not expelling you. I hope you know your place. "
Jared's face turned green. "There's someone better than me in neurosurgery?"
"Of course," Wright answered matter-of-factly.
"Is there someone like that in UCLA?" Of course, Jared didn't think that he was the best neurosurgeon in the world.
However, he didn't think that there was anyone like that in UCLA.
"Mr. Jared, if you have any objections to my decision, please improve your professionalism and ethics before arguing with me. Okay, I still have something to do. Goodbye."
With that, Wright turned and left. She never hesitated when it came to her decisions.
The person who replaced Jared for the open class was none other than Chen Zhao.
If Chen Zhao didn't have his own main job and was a university professor, Wright would have kicked Jared out without hesitation.
Now, Chen Zhao had only replaced a few classes and he was already bothering her.
However, Jared wasn't satisfied. He was the youngest professor in UCLA's history.
He was only 30 but had already received the honor of being a full professor.
Apart from the few old guys in the university who were shockingly old and senior, he didn't respect anyone.
Moreover, he had always believed that he was the best in his field of expertise.
He was different from regular professors who only had teaching experience.
Jared had been a doctor before. In neurosurgery, he'd been an attending doctor for four years and an intern for one year.
When it came to neurosurgery, even the oldest and most senior professor in the school did not dare to compete with him in this aspect.
"Mr. Ronan." Gerrard called his teacher.
Anse Ronan was the chief of neurosurgery when he was an intern. He was also his most trusted neurosurgeon.
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