Xie Wanying would never dare to criticize and educate Boss Zhang.
Teacher Kelu already knew everything about her. He laughed loudly and said, "What I want to tell you is, Yingying, you did a great job this time."
"Mom." Zhang Dabaobei's voice suddenly sounded from the other side. He must have heard his mother's unscrupulous laughter at his car accident and couldn't bear it any longer.
Xie Wanying swallowed twice. It turned out that Zhang Da Lao was at home with his mother.
"You said he didn't go to the meeting and said he wanted to play mahjong with me at home. What bad intentions is he planning?" Not afraid of his own son's protest, Teacher Lu talked to his new favorite as much as he could.
"Mom, that's enough. I'm in a hurry to do my work." Zhang Huayao had no choice but to use work as an excuse to stop his mother and let the old lady turn around and take a closer look at him, her big darling.
The phone was disconnected. Time was tight as Zhang Da Lao said, and the group hurried out to catch a car.
The car was shaking on the road and some people couldn't help but yawn.
The doctor profession is characterized by not having to work on weekends or rest at home, but having to go to school early. If it weren't for the dream of a white coat, not many people would be able to stick with it.
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Arriving at the International Conference Center, it was less than seven o'clock. A group of young people thought they were early, but after entering, they found that the big brothers and teachers had arrived earlier. Director Fang was so happy to see so many of them, and waved to them: "Come on, come on, I'll take you around first."
"Teacher, what do you need us to do?"
The young man rolled up his sleeves, ready to do odd jobs like moving stools and serving tea.
Director Fang was amused by them and said, "You are such good kids. We really feel bad for letting you do this."
The hotel staff are responsible for the layout of the conference room, tea and other logistical work, and they are far more professional than they are in these matters.
The tasks given to them must be related to medicine, which the hotel staff are unlikely to be able to do or which would not be as meaningful as theirs if they did.
Director Fang assigned them tasks: "Discuss among yourselves. We need people who can use computers and multimedia equipment. When we have meetings and teachers give speeches, you can help operate the equipment."
Xie Wanying had already been assigned the task of recording, so she stayed out of it and watched everyone chattering until they finally selected a monitor to lead her classmates. This task was mainly a heavy responsibility, and if there was an error in the live broadcast, the junior sisters and brothers were afraid that they could not afford it and would give it to the senior brothers.
The next small chore was given to the junior fellow students. Mi Siran and his colleagues had to stand behind the long reception table at the entrance of the conference room hall, responsible for helping the teachers attending the meeting to register and distribute flyers and signs.
As they arrived early, the hotel staff were busy preparing tables and chairs, and the guests had not yet arrived. Director Fang took them to see other things.
Every time the organizer organizes an event, it is inevitable to advertise itself. What items did the Medical Association use to promote itself in this event? A group of people walked to the long table and saw a book piled on it, which turned out to be some academic journals of the Medical Association.
The familiar journal cover reminded the visiting young doctors of many things.
Dumon picked up a book to confirm his memory and said, "There are many in our medical school library."
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