Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss-Chapter 861 - 835 Are You Kidding Me with This Rule
Chapter 861: Chapter 835 Are You Kidding Me with This Rule?
Chapter 861 -835 Are You Kidding Me with This Rule?
Professor Liu Taylor placed the materials on the coffee table, sat down on the sofa, and felt something pressing against her flesh. She took it out and saw—
a Gank×002 Extreme Edition large size, with its conspicuous silver cover…
Kiara awkwardly stashed the little box into her pocket as quickly as she could, cursing Camden Yuno silently several times.
It was all his fault for scattering these things everywhere. She allowed his romantic antics to fill the house, but that didn’t mean he had to leave condoms lying around everywhere.
Professor Liu Taylor’s temples throbbed twice; she pretended not to see and, unable to contain her frustration, pointed at Kiara. This damn little Steel Cannon, she had been busying herself in preparing for the competition these past few days, and this was what she found Kiara up to at home?
“Teacher, let me tell you a joke. What do you call the child of Steel Cannon and Gaidan? A little artillery shell, haha~”
The last two ha’s were filled with endless awkwardness and embarrassment.
Professor Liu Taylor was so exasperated she laughed, “Thinking about having children?”
“Yeah, get pregnant now, have a child during my Ph.D., get the dissertation out of the way, and by the third year, the child would be old enough to be independent. That won’t delay the graduation experiments. If I miss this chance, I’d have to wait several more years… Teacher, are you still mad at me?”
“Mad at you for what?”
“Last time I spoke too bluntly, I shouldn’t have compared you with that clueless parent…”
“You’ve done plenty to make me mad; if I got angry about everything, wouldn’t I be dead from frustration? Forget it, do as you please. If you don’t want to go south, stay here with me. If I get too busy, you could also go back to our alma mater and help with the underclassmen.”
Professor Liu Taylor had come to terms with it; her relationship with Kiara was more mother-daughter than mentor-apprentice. She might have been overly concerned about Kiara, but Kiara was right: love should not be used to tie someone down. The child had grown up and had her own opinions.
“I knew you cared about me, and I’m really glad I chose you, always you.” Kiara hugged her joyfully, making Professor Liu Taylor blush. Why had this little girl suddenly turned so sentimental?
“What was the topic we were supposed to discuss again?”
Professor Liu Taylor realized she had been led off-topic.
Kiara winked playfully, “The competition.”
“Right, about the competition. I’ve got the schedule. Tomorrow there’s the preliminary written exam. This part is just like the qualification exams you’ve taken before, all theoretical. For instance, what’s James’s formula for self-esteem?—that sort of thing. No difficulty there; it’s a piece of cake for you.”
Kiara yawned, “Even my apprentice can handle that.”
Isaac might only have a bachelor’s degree so far, but she had a high starting point, and all top psychotherapists have mentors.
“The competition lasts three days: the first day is the written exam, and the second day involves presentations based on the assigned projects, with a free defense. I also got the notification last minute that I would be a judge. Although I figure I won’t be in charge of your section, I still know some insider details. For example, the scoring is divided into four levels. In medical record cases, not only is a reasonable approach required, but it must also embody artistry—especially the artistry score, which is quite significant.”
“Treating a patient and needing artistry, whoever made that rule must’ve been kicked in the head by a donkey. I suspect it’s the work of amateurs; it’s like insisting on a Michelangelo texture while performing hemorrhoid surgery. What’s the use?”
The sole purpose of that body part is for excretion; no amount of artistry would be helpful.
Some amateurs meddling in professionals’ affairs just don’t think—it’s sheer nonsense, all while thinking they’re doing something beneficial.
“Don’t mock the organizers; all you need to do is take care of yourself. I’m not worried about anything else; I’m just concerned about your money-grubbing nature. During the event, even if you’re faking, you must present an image of selfless, world-healing benevolence. You’re not allowed to reveal any signs of greed for money, got it?”
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“”Hypocritical… it’s not like I force people to come see me, they can take it or leave it, and even with my high fees, there’s still a line.” Kiara muttered under her breath, realizing the man-eating look in her teacher’s eyes, she hurriedly put on a smile.
“Yes! Don’t worry, Teacher, I know what to do. For this free response segment, I’ll approach it with the spirit of a middle school student answering a political essay question—how to align with the core values of socialism, how to sing the main melody. While answering, I’ll definitely start by praising the impact and help of spiritual civilization on contemporary clinical psychology.”
Alyssa Lynn nodded, that’s the spirit.
If someone asked Kiara why she studied psychology, and Kiara responded with, “The domestic psychology market is unregulated, so I can slaughter fat sheep without restraint,” such an off-tune answer would get her a zero immediately. Any subsequent responses would bear the stigma of having a distorted world view.
“Wasn’t it said that the final round is three days? What about the third day? What’s happening then?”
“Previous years it was a defense presentation, but for some reason this year it’s been changed to a simulated clinical session. The contestants that make it to the finals will each take on a virtual patient and conduct a one-hour treatment session in a closed space, live-streamed for judges and the audience. The final score consists of 70% from the judges and 30% from the ‘patient’.”
“…Letting a virtual patient score a professional doctor?” The disbelief was practically written across Kiara’s face: Are you kidding me?
Alyssa Lynn shared the sentiment, her expression saying it all. “That’s how it’s been arranged from above. They say giving the virtual patients the right to score also represents the future relationship between doctors and patients. Those playing the patients might not be professionals, but they will rate the treatment based on their satisfaction with the doctor’s attitude.”
It was akin to the buyer’s rating system on a certain future E-commerce platform.
Kiara knew without having to think hard that her virtual patient would definitely give her a bad review.
No matter what she answered, it would still be downticked to a bad review.
Do trolls need a reason to spew venom? A professional hater sent by the enemy would undoubtedly target her, no doubt about it!
So, here was the trap waiting for her, simple, crude, and effective.
Mario Yuno got off work on time today and raised his eyebrows as he walked through the door.
“Kiara, are you playing the thinker game here?”
Her current pose greatly resembled Rodin’s classic sculpture ‘The Thinker.’
“I have fallen into deep confusion…”
Ever since leaving Teacher’s place, Kiara had been in a mode of intense brain-cell-burning thought.
A headache, feeling overheated, vexed about things…
“Confused about what? Did you buy groceries when I asked you to?”
“When did you ask me to do that?” Kiara was puzzled.
Camden walked over, picked up her phone, and pulled up the text message that he had sent in the afternoon, still unread.
“Sorry, I had something on my mind today.” Kiara was so troubled by the negative review, she could only think about countermeasures.
“I wanted to cook you boiled fish after getting off work early today, but now the market’s closed. We’ll have to eat out—Kiara, what’s giving you a headache?” Normally his Kiara was quick to reason and calm, it wasn’t often something troubled her this much.”
