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... atives of various hospitals.

  They were all top surgeries in western medicine. Si Mingjing took the brochure and followed the two masters to watch a few live broadcasts of surgeries, and became more interested in western medicine.

  At this moment, the two were sitting in the seats of a live surgery room. Yan Chugang saw that she was very interested in Western medicine, and encouraged her: "If you are really interested, go and apply for it."

  Medical school, systematic stu ...

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