"Jared, what can I do for you?" Anse Ronan asked.
"Mr. Ronan, my course has been replaced. Our principal said that someone more outstanding than me has replaced me." Gerrard said in a complaining tone.
Anse Ronan frowned. "Since someone better than you replaced you, there's nothing to say. It only means that you're not good enough."
"I've checked the information of the person who's going to replace me. I've never even heard of that guy. Before this, he's only given one class, and it was for someone else. He wasn't even a neurosurgery professor. Now he's going to replace me. How can I accept that?"
"Someone from another department will replace you in the neurosurgery class?" Anse Ronan didn't look happy either.
Jared wasn't the best in neurosurgery, and he wasn't even as good as Anse Ronan, but Anse Ronan believed that professors from other departments couldn't be better than Jared.
"Yeah. I even suspect that there's something shady going on."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I hope that you can expose him in class and let him show his true colors. At least, you should let the school know that there are specializations in this field. You can't let an outsider replace me."
"When is the public class you're going to be replaced?"
"In the afternoon."
"Okay. I happen to be free in the afternoon. I'll go to your school."
Jared was delighted. With Anse Ronan as his support, he wouldn't be afraid that he couldn't suppress that person.
If his first public class was questioned in public, and the person who questioned it was a neurosurgery authority, he wouldn't have the face to stay.
If Jared was a neurosurgery expert, then Anse Ronan was an authority in this field.
Not just in Los Angeles, but in all of California and even the entire United States, Anse Ronan was a top neurosurgery authority.
"Sir." Just then, someone called out to Jared.
Jared turned around and realized that it was a stranger.
His hair was loose and he looked to be in his fifties, but he was dressed well.
But why did this person look so familiar?
"Hello, how can I help you?" Jared asked.
"I want to ask how to get to the principal's office."
The more Gerrard looked at the person in front of him, the more familiar he felt. "Why are you looking for the principal?"
"Oh, I just received the notice that I've been hired as an external instructor at UCLA. I'm here to report today."
"Are you Mr. Hill Nandes?" Gerrard finally recognized the person in front of him. It was Hill Nandes, who was known as the Scalpel in the field of neurosurgery. Hill Nandes had an almost perfect personal record and had outstanding performances in many rare neurosurgery surgeries.
His seniority was even higher than Anse Ronan's, and he had more than thirty years of experience.
To him, it seemed like he would not refuse any surgery.
He was not like other doctors who would reject surgeries that were extremely difficult so that their success rate would not be affected.
"Oh, you know me?" Hill Nandes was surprised.
"We met at the California Medical Exchange Conference a year ago. Have you forgotten?"
"Sorry, my memory isn't that good," Hill Nandes replied with a smile.
Suddenly, Gerald realized the problem.
Could Hill Nandes be the one who replaced him?
If that's the case, I'm going to kick a metal plate.
This made Gerald panic. "Mr. Hill, which department are you going to be a lecturer in?"
"My specialty is neurosurgery," Hill Nandes said.
Gerald's heart skipped a beat. If Hill Nandes really replaced him, he could only tell Anse Ronan not to come in the afternoon.
Hill Nandes wasn't an ordinary person. His strength was obvious to all. Going to his place to cause trouble would only result in one's head bleeding in the end.
"But I'm not a full professor. I'm just an external instructor."
"Huh?" Gerald was stunned, but he soon felt hopeful. "Mr. Hill Nandes, with your professionalism, I don't think any school can reject you, right?"
"No, I'm not good enough," Hill Nandes said. "I'm far from good enough. I heard that UCLA has many excellent neurosurgery professors. Other than teaching some of my specialties, I'm also here to communicate and learn from my peers."
Gerrard heaved a sigh of relief when he heard what Hill Nandes said.
It didn't seem to be Hill Nandes. Hill Nandes was just an ordinary lecturer. He was only responsible for the specialties.
Generally speaking, those who held public classes were at least associate professors, or successful people invited by the school from society.
No matter how professional Hill Nandes was, as long as he wasn't an associate professor or above, he wasn't qualified to give a public lecture.
"Mr. Hill, I'm Gerald. I'm also a neurosurgery professor, but I don't dare to call myself an expert in front of you."
"Mr. Gerald, let's communicate more in the future."
"By the way, Mr. Jared, you need to take note that not every professor in our school is worthy of their title. For example, in the afternoon, a person from another department is actually going to give a lecture in the neurosurgery open class."
"Oh? An outsider? "
"A substitute who only gives one lecture is actually going to give a public lecture with the title of professor."
"Really?"
"I think neurosurgery is a very esoteric and difficult subject. I hope that my students will not be misled by a layman, so in the afternoon class, I will expose that person's true level," Gerrard said. "I also hope that Mr. Hill can give me a hand."
"Sure," Hill Nandes said. "But first, I need to confirm if that person really has no professional skills."
"Of course, that's for sure."
"I need to go to the principal's office to do the paperwork."
"Then I won't disturb you anymore. The principal's office is in that building. It's the second room on the left on the fourth floor. There's a sign on the door."
"Okay. Goodbye, Mr. Gerald."
Gerald walked two steps and saw a big guy in front of him. He greeted him, "Tiger, you're discharged."
"Yes, Mr. Gerald." Tiger returned Gerald's greeting.
"Tiger, there's a chance to earn some extra money. Do you want it?"
"Mr. Gerald, I don't accept this job anymore. Sorry." Tiger shook his head.
Ever since Chen Zhao taught him a lesson, Tiger stopped accepting jobs.
On one hand, it would affect his reputation too much. On the other hand, he was afraid of encountering someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Moreover, if Chen Zhao heard about this, he might really be angered.
"I'm not asking you to beat someone up."
"Oh? Wasn't it a beating? "
"A layman stole my public lecture. I need you to question that layman in class. One thousand dollars."
Tiger's heart jumped. This was an easy deal. For someone like him who needed money, it was a good deal.
"Don't I have to do it?"
"Yes, as long as you question him."
"Oh, help me find a few people from your boxing club to support me. It'd be best if they can join in the fun."
"That'll cost extra."
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