Did the students nowadays not have any respect for the director of the student department? Couldn't they have some idea in their hearts?
Director Guo turned around in dissatisfaction, but he was surprised to see the executive vice principal, Zhang Deshun, and the deputy director of the 912 walk in.
The students did not expect that a public lecture would attract the principal.
There was an uproar.
In the lecture hall, the backbone of the student union began to maintain order under the command of the director of the student department.
Director Guo was a little puzzled, but he quickly thought that this should be the effect of the Nobel Prize halo.
It seemed that he had underestimated the Nobel Prize halo.
With this thing hanging on his head, even if the young Doctor Zheng stood on the podium and explained calculus to everyone, it seemed that there would still be people coming to listen.
Listening to the lecture was secondary. It was more important to see what the candidate for the Nobel Prize looked like. It was like a dinosaur coming to the zoo. Everyone would come out to watch.
He stood up cautiously and did not go to the third row. Instead, he lowered his head and stood to the side. However, before he could stand firm, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
He could not understand the director of the student department, but he could not take the executive vice principal seriously.
"Principal Zhang." Director Guo hurriedly ran over and greeted respectfully.
"Are you ready?" Principal Zhang asked.
"I'm ready. Although there is a shortage of cadavers, we still have to ensure teaching first, especially a high-quality teaching demonstration by the Nobel Prize candidate himself," Director Guo said with a determined face.
"Okay." Principal Zhang was very satisfied. He nodded and said, "Doctor Zheng is so young, but I didn't expect him to be so young."
"Since ancient times, heroes have been born from the young." Deputy Director Yuan smiled and said, "Don't look at Doctor Zheng because he's young. Recently, he's solved many difficult surgeries."
"Hehe." Principal Zhang did not seem to believe it either, but he did not refute it. He just smiled.
"At first, I didn't believe it either. When Department Chief Kong said that he wanted to recruit him, I thought he was making a mountain out of a molehill." Deputy Director Yuan looked at Zheng Ren, who had already put on gloves on the podium and began to fiddle with and familiarize himself with the intestinal specimen. He found it very funny.
A piece of intestine. He looked so carefully that he did not notice that the director had personally come to listen to his lecture.
"Oh?" Principal Zhang was also interested.
"It's almost time. Let's listen to the lecture first." Deputy Director Yuan looked at the time and smiled. "When we eat together one day, I'll tell you about Doctor Zheng."
"Is he really that good?"
"Yes, not only is he good at interventional surgery, but he's also very good at surgery. Not just ordinarily good, but exceptionally good. "
Time was almost up. Although Principal Zhang was curious, he knew that he wouldn't be able to hear any gossip today.
He sat up straight and prepared to listen to the lecture. Suddenly, Director Sun's phone rang.
He stood up apologetically and walked to the door.
But before he could understand, the door was pushed open, and a foreign professor strode in.
He looked around, completely ignoring Director Sun's outstretched hand, and rushed to the podium.
Behind him, a group of people followed, somewhat at a loss, somewhat flustered.
Principal Zhang was stunned. He frowned at the foreign professor and then at Director Sun.
"Principal, Professor Stephen heard that Doctor Zheng was going to give a lecture, so he came straight here," Director Sun explained to Principal Zhang in a low voice.
Professor Stephen Jones from the Mayo Clinic. He was a visiting professor at the Medical University. This time, he came to the country to give lectures. The Imperial Capital Medical University was only one of his stops.
In order to receive internationally renowned scholars, the Imperial Medical University had put in a lot of effort.
However, they did not expect Professor Stephen Jones to directly barge into the Second Department. Could it be that the classroom arranged for him was too small?
However, he was an internationally renowned expert who taught many lecturers and professors at the Imperial Capital Medical University. It was completely meaningless to arrange such a large lecture hall.
Director Guo was stunned when he saw Professor Stephen Jones barge in.
What was going on?
Could it be that because of snatching the Second Department, there was a grudge?
That was impossible!
A group of lecturers and professors from the Imperial Capital Medical University chased after him, and the translator kept explaining something behind them. When Director Guo saw Li Zhaosen following from afar, he felt that it was ridiculous and funny.
It was a mess. No one knew what was going on.
The students in the Second Department were in an uproar.
They did not expect that there would be such a scene when they came to watch the Nobel Prize candidates.
Professor Stephen Jones was an internationally renowned scholar, yet he barged in just like that …
Just as he was thinking, Director Guo saw Professor Stephen Jones come to the podium.
The imagined argument did not happen.
He bowed deeply to Zheng Ren.
"…"
The lecture hall was silent.
When Director Guo came in, it had not been so quiet.
When Director Sun of the Student Affairs Department came in, it had not been so quiet.
Even when Principal Zhang came in, it had not been so quiet.
Countless gazes were cast on Professor Stephen Jones and Zheng Ren.
Principal Zhang was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Little Sun, what's going on?"
Director Sun reacted very quickly. When he heard Professor Stephen Jones start to speak after bowing, he went forward and grabbed the translator behind him, pulling Principal Zhang to his side.
Foreign languages and English were still good enough for exams. However, if it was a daily conversation, 80% of the teachers and students would not be able to keep up with Professor Stephen Jones's speed.
Therefore, it was better to directly pull the translator over. Director Sun was very considerate.
"What is Professor Stephen talking about?" Director Sun asked directly.
"…" The translator had been in a daze.
Director Sun found it even more strange. What was going on? Why did Professor Stephen Jones bow the moment he arrived? Why didn't he translate the simultaneous interpretation?!
Could it be that he was talking about some secret?
That could not be. In broad daylight, he was not good at foreign languages, but someone else was good at foreign languages and could understand.
"Hey, I'm talking to you." Director Sun patted the translator's arm unhappily.
"Huh?" After being patted twice, the translator said, "Professor Stephen Jones said that his teacher has been watching Doctor Zheng's surgery live and is very dissatisfied with it."
Principal Zhang listened quietly and did not comment on Professor Stephen Jones's words.
There had to be a turning point. He guessed that it was not a dissatisfaction with Doctor Zheng, but a subtle compliment.
"Professor Stephen Jones's teacher is Nobel Prize winner Dr. Charles," Director Sun introduced to Principal Zhang, who had done his homework.
Principal Zhang nodded, still not saying anything.
"The teacher said that you just need to focus on surgery. He can see that you have improved by leaps and bounds. However, too much interventional surgery will affect the hand of an outstanding surgeon. "
"Doctor Zheng said that I don't think so."
"…" Principal Zhang was speechless.
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