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Lu Ming shrugged his shoulders, and didn't care about his words. Indeed, if Ling Han was not considered to be a doctor at the same time, his actions were indeed elegant and impeccable: "I met Zhang Yi today."

"Huh?" Ling Han signaled him to continue.

"He briefly introduced the class and practice of the next medical school." Lu Ming's soft hair was slightly haloed around his neck.

After Ling Han finished eating the last small piece of steak, he picked up the napkin and wiped it briefly, his dark eyes fell into Lu Ming's eyes: "Then?"

Lu Ming was slightly surprised by his defensive reaction: "I don't mean anything in particular, I just think that your medical students, especially you, have worked very hard, that's all."

For most people in the world, life is usually a journey that begins and ends in a hospital. Life should be the most joyful thing in the world, while death is the most irresistible sorrow.And doctors who walk in the hospital all day, shuttling between life and death, often become tired and indifferent in the later stage.Of course, at this time Ling Han has not yet reached the point where his life can only be counted as a number. This intern who has just entered the hospital is probably under great pressure.In addition to the general pressure from the internship period like Zhang Yi, he also bears the pressure of the future dean. The double burden is really very heavy for such a man who is only in his 20s.

"Are you trying to comfort me?" Ling Han's mind was as quick as Ling Han's, and he guessed his intention with just a few words from Lu Ming.

Lu Ming nodded, then shook his head again: "Relief, I don't think you need it. On the contrary, I think you have done your best psychological adjustment. And I appreciate your attitude very much. After all, the familiar field is almost the opposite, but I think that with your attitude and ability, you will benefit a lot in your field." Compared with strict requirements in everything, no matter the smallest detail, Medicine at will; the field of painting that Lu Ming is familiar with is more inclined to follow one's heart, born from feeling, born from heart, and every painter has his own ideas on brushwork, composition and color.As for the quality of paintings, it can be said that every viewer has his own evaluation criteria. In many cases, art is a very idealistic existence.Not so with medicine, each of which has its unshakable principles.

Zhang Yi mentioned that Ling Han performed very well during the internship. Even so, he still insisted on taking professional courses in the college during the rare days when he was not on duty, instead of hiding in the dormitory like other dormitories. Very difficult.It also means that Ling Han really cherishes his future career very much. The purpose of taking professional courses is to understand and clarify more information, so as to ensure that there are examples to consult and laws to follow in actual operation.

Ling Han's obsidian-like eyes erupted with an indescribably burning light: "Thank you for your affirmation, but today I am more interested in watching the masterpieces of the great painter Lu."

Lu Ming smiled lightly: "It's not a masterpiece, if you're interested, why not show you?" Then, he tidied himself with a napkin, then stood up to clean his hands, then took the key and took Ling Han with him. Go to the small studio next door.

After Ling Han entered the studio, he has been looking at this small room with two easels standing upright and a few picture frames covered with silk cloth beside it: "It seems that the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts approves of you." As far as he knows, none of the teachers currently serving in the Academy of Fine Arts has been assigned to add a studio next to the dormitory.It can be seen that the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts attaches great importance to Lu Ming.

"My current studio is so big, you can visit it at will." Compared with the studio in France, which occupies a considerable area, the temporary studio provided by F University is really much smaller.But Lu Ming didn't care about these at first, as long as there is a place to put paintings and draw pictures.After Lu Ming finished speaking, he took off the silk cloth that originally covered the picture frames one by one.

Ling Han walked along the studio, looking at Lu Ming's paintings one by one, until he approached the other end and saw the boy's painting: "This is?"

Lu Ming then looked at the painting: "This is my first portrait oil painting, it's indeed a little green."

Ling Han's eyes kept wandering on the painting: "Is this your adoptive father's child? Or is it a specially found model?"

Lu Ming was slightly surprised that Ling Han was interested in this painting: "He...is my playmate in childhood, and he is not a model I specially found, but an impression painting."

"Childhood playmate..." Lu Ming couldn't understand Ling Han's eyes at this time, the slightly raised black eyes overflowed with light, it seemed to be a smile but not a smile, but the inner expression was radiant, and the fierce aura made him instinctively I feel that his eyes seem to hold a hint of danger.

"What's wrong?" Lu Ming took a step back unconsciously.

"It's nothing." Ling Han finally looked away. Most of Lu Ming's paintings are the type that makes people feel very comfortable at first glance. They don't look artificial or glaring at all. Underneath, I just feel pleasing to the eye.