Speaking of the purpose of Vice President Bi asking Xie and other students to come, the purpose was simple, clear and legitimate.
Since I have agreed to be the scientific research mentor for this class of students, of course I must do my best to use the resources at my disposal to create conditions for the students.
By inviting a few students who have potential and seem to be interested in cardiothoracic surgery to attend the conference and listen to the academic discussions of the experts, students may find inspiration for research outside of cardiothoracic surgery. This will undoubtedly be very helpful for teachers and students to find ideas for specialized topics in the future, in order to create the strongest eighth-grade research project in history.
No matter what, he is a member of the National Association now, and he needs to work hard for the National Association to be worthy of the task of helping the National Association to regain its strength.
I didn't expect that Zhang Huayao, an old subordinate, would suddenly stir up trouble here.
Is Zhang so angry that he wants to disrupt the research of these students? Or does Zhang Huayao think that he can lead these students to create the strongest research project in the history of the eighth grade class?
If it was the latter, Bi Yongqing had to be vigilant.
In any case, because of Zhang Huayao's shouting, there were many more people around staring at them and the students.
"Did I hear or see it wrong?"
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"That's right, Director Zhang from Guozhi. He's talking to a student."
"What did Director Zhang say?"
"He seemed to be saying that he wanted this student to express his opinion at the meeting?"
Hey, this is a closed-door meeting of a great teacher. Let a student give academic opinions here? No wonder the strange teachers around were all surprised: they wondered what kind of joke Zhang Huayao was playing.
Zhang Huayao is a well-known genius, but the problem is that in the academic circle where seniority is the key, Zhang Huayao is relatively young and has not yet reached the level of an academic master. Isn't Zhang Huayao afraid of being beaten to death by the academic masters by just casually promoting these students?
Considering the bad and sharp-tongued nature of Mr. Zhang, perhaps his purpose is really bad. He wants to test a few juniors, but he doesn't care whether this will lead to the students being overpraised or not.
The teachers had different facial expressions.
"Go in." Professor Li shouted in a low voice and waved his hand, reminding Zhou Junpeng not to stand there stupidly.
After receiving the instructions, Zhou Junpeng hurriedly took several juniors into the multimedia conference room.
The meeting was about to begin and the guests took their seats.
Juniors were not qualified to sit at the conference table. Xie Wanying and the others moved their stools and sat in the corner.
Several classmates looked at each other secretly, feeling very nervous. They hoped that what Zhang Da Lao just said outside was just a joke to them.
The more famous the teachers were, the last to arrive. When they arrived, they sat directly around the long conference table in the middle without being greeted. No one introduced who they were. Because this was a closed-door meeting, the experts knew each other very well. Everyone came here just to solve practical problems in medicine. Xie Wanying and the others must have been confused about the identities of the experts, and they didn't know and didn't dare to ask.
Meetings need to have order and there must be a host.
Today's host is Dr. Lu from Guozhi, who is said to be the apprentice of Mr. Zhang. The hand holding the microphone has the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, revealing his strong wheat-colored forearms. His young face shows a hint of tenderness, like a newly grown ear of wheat.
Looking around, all the teachers attending the meeting were wearing formal attire.
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