Fang Qiu got dumbed.
Then, he immediately grabbed the phone to have a look.
In the next moment, he became speechless.
The teacher not only liked to arrange things for others, but seemed to like arguing with people.
"Four days?"
Knowing what happened on the Weibo, Fang Qiu revealed a bitter face, while returning the phone back to Xu Miaolin, "Mr. Xu, can I learn how to diagnose the pregnancy pulse within four days? You... you're really pushing me into the fire!"
"Why not?"
Xu Miaolin became dignified, patted Fang Qiu's shoulder and replied, "You have to believe in yourself."
Fang Qiu smiled sadly.
He did believe in himself, but how could he believe in such a thing?
It was like asking a junior high school graduate to write an undergraduate thesis.
It was too difficult.
