Monday, 8:30 a.m., first staircase classroom in the anatomy building.
"...... Look everyone, this single layer of flat epithelial cells is shaped like a fried poached egg ......"
The teacher lecturing on tissue embryology was A long-haired beauty with a shrill voice, an extremely responsible teacher, she always loved to compare them to the most common foods in life in order to let the students understand the specific forms of various tissues more graphically and intuitively. For example, the autolyzed lung tissue due to lesions is like jelly, and the layered structure of blood vessels is like a custard roll.
Wang Ying had a bad smile on his face, staring at his nemesis plus nemesis Zhang Chen sitting next to him, with a hint of pleasure in his voice that was hard to hide.
"Horny egg ah, Zhang Chen -" he deliberately dragged his voice out, staring at the screen and pretending to look at it carefully, and then nodded his head in realization, "- -So it seems to be quite similar, eh? I seem to remember my teacher also talking about how the dead skin cells shed from the skin are also this ruffled egg-like epithelial cells, right?"
Zhang Chen frowned, his stomach fluttered, in the morning when he ate in the restaurant he was still praising Wang Ying for the good taste of the seven-minute-cooked fried lotus eggs, now, those lotus eggs in his stomach drew a parallel with the damned skin flakes. He glared viciously at Wang Ying, the punching boy who never misses a chance to catch himself.
"Thanks for the kind reminder."
He stared at the right side of Wang Ying's face and laughed, "Just eat bread for lunch, jam-stuffed."
Wang Ying reached out his hand and gently touched the right side of his face, which was swollen like bread, and there was a hint of slight numbness, and said with dissatisfaction.
"It's not thanks to you."
"How do I know that Wang Ying, who has always been called the number one basketball player in the Clinical College, can't even catch an ordinary pass? But ......" Zhang Chen looked at the right side of his face, a few more points of seriousness in his tone, "that ball seems to be really not small in strength."
The weekend about several classmates to play basketball, but in this medical school palm-sized place, the basketball court is basically occupied. So they had to go to the court next to the anatomy building. That court is always the last thing that students who play basketball think about. Medical students don't care about the autopsy building and the necropolis next to it, but the court is too worn out, and the ground is rough enough to wear out the ball.
Wang Ying leaned back in his chair and stared at the blackboard.
Yesterday, when they were playing ball, a figure suddenly swung into his eyes.
From the first day of school he was impressed by the girl whose name was Meng Wen. At that time, in the August weather, she was wearing a light blue dress, which made people feel incredibly refreshing to see. Her beauty lay in her serenity, fair skin, delicate features, a faint smile, and a silence that didn't say much. Wang Ying's line of sight will always stay in her body for a moment more, know that he is like her, but is not determined to confess, for fear of disturbing that a quiet girl.
Yesterday afternoon, Meng Wen walked forward with a thin, tall boy, with some hasty steps. Wang Ying thought they were going to this side of the basketball court. Because this side of the campus besides this court was the Anatomy Building. It didn't occur to him that the two of them passed by the rusty iron door of the Corpse Vault and then turned the corner of the Anatomy Building and disappeared. Wang Ying looked a little dumbfounded, his eyes were full of Meng Wen's figure, momentarily forgetting what he was doing.
The next thing that happened was a burst of pain on the right side of his face, as Zhang Chen's pass hit him straight in the face. When he woke up this morning, the right side of his face had long been swollen like bread.
Wang Ying thought of the two figures disappeared in the corner of the anatomy building some doubts. Turned the corner is not the fence? That is a dead end, what are they doing there?
What are they doing there?
He shook his head, dismissing the hypothesis, if they were dating in a place like that, the atmosphere would be too weird. With his back against the ancient wall of the anatomy building, next to the corpse vault.
"What do you think is behind the corner of the anatomy building?"
Wang Ying asked Zhang Chen, who was sitting next to him.
Zhang Chen was taken aback by his sudden question, "Have you been listening to the class? Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"
"I remember there was a dead end there, but I saw someone turn around and disappear." He voiced the question in his mind.
Somewhat out of his expectation, Zhang Chen did not answer him, but looked at the blackboard and said with an unnatural expression, "Quickly take notes, all the professional classes are distracted, beware of failing the exam."