Compared to Professor Feng Liang's furious questioning, Qin Xin's demeanor was much calmer: "Rule number eight states that you can request laboratory equipment as needed. What, as a judge, you haven't even read the rules?"
Feng Liang was at a loss for words, his face turning extremely unpleasant.
Qin Wenrou, sitting in the last row, couldn't help feeling pleased. Great, the master she wanted to learn from disliked the ugly, which was perfect. Their mentor-apprentice relationship would be even tighter.
On the judges' table, Bai Chi, as the one funding the competition, stepped in to ease the tension: "Well, I approved the rules, you can apply, so quickly give the suture thread to classmate Lan. But classmate Lan, I must remind you, today's competition is a dissection. If you're not up to it, you can forfeit."
Although Bai Chi eased the situation, he still openly questioned Qin Xin's dissection skills.
Qin Wenrou felt even more comfortable after hearing that.
