A Smooth Path in Med

A fifth-year clinical student named Zhang Fan stood in the shade, but he couldn't feel a bit of coolness. The anxiety and heat these past few days had even caused blisters on his mouth corners.,Let me know if you have more text you'd like me to translate!,That's how he won two or three hundred yuan for the day. He didn't dare to win more. After all, it was just a small gambling den. If he smashed it and cleaned everyone out, no one would be stupid enough to play with Zhang Fan anymore. Who wants to play if someone is always winning without losing。