Theoretical training ended.
The next day.
Early in the morning.
All students were taken to Myanmar's First Central Hospital.
For the following week.
They would go each morning and return each evening. Although the distance was somewhat far, the hospital's employee dormitory indeed could not accommodate so many people, and the places to stay in Xin'an City were already fully occupied.
So.
Before long.
Several cancer diagnose and treatment cabins had a few more white-coated figures with notebooks, led by a chief doctor, three per doctor. Actually, it was not so much guidance as it was self-directed learning with supervision.
Next to a diagnostic cabin.
Duan Zhichai stood behind a delicate-looking female nurse.
With a serious expression.
Learning.
One must have the right attitude.
After standing for about ten minutes.
