The temporary helpers were about to start work. Director Fang distributed the registration forms to Mi Siran and others who were responsible for entertaining the guests.
After Misran and his team took the form, they discovered a major problem.
"Huh?" Du Mengen sniffed.
"Don't you know?" Zhang Shuping asked him.
"Do you know?" Dumon asked him back.
The conversation between the two was incoherent and confusing to the listeners. However, Misran and Mi Wenlin could understand the meaning of their words, and their faces showed a big "bad" expression.
How bad is it? They had never understood or thought about it before, but once they thought about it, it was definitely like this, referring to the classification of members of the Medical Association.
All the guests attending the conference are members of the Medical Association. Which membership status do you belong to?
What if they, the person in charge of reception, called the boss’s membership identity incorrectly on the spot?
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"Teacher, do the guests have to fill out the form themselves?" Mi Siran asked.
If guests fill in the form with their own personal information, they don’t need to worry about making mistakes.
Director Fang’s answer to this question was: “Some teachers may not remember their own affairs very well, so you need to fill them out for them.”
Oh my god, Director Fang’s words pointed to what they feared most.
As Director Fang said, the big guys have a lot of complicated things to do, and some of them are not particular about details and may really not remember these small details that are not related to medical technology.
Medical association members are divided into ordinary members, specialist members, expert members, senior members, honorary members, and unit members. Some teachers come to the conference on behalf of their units, so they should fill in the unit member.
Du Meng'en wiped the sweat off his head with his palm: I thought hospitality was the easiest thing, but now it seems that there is no easy job as long as it involves medicine.
Being a doctor is impossible without social relationships. The medical circle itself is an independent small society, and the social relationships within it need to be familiar to new doctors. They came to the Medical Association today to do odd jobs, which was a good opportunity to understand the interpersonal relationships in the medical circle. However, he and Zhang Shuping did not expect that they, as children of doctors, did not know what their elders were members of.
Well, it is also difficult for the descendants if the elders in the family are too low-key.
"Your father is probably an expert member." Zhang Shuping helped his friend guess his friend's relatives.
"If your grandmother comes, I think she might be a senior member." Du Meng'en helped him guess Mr. Lu's identity.
People in their family and people they are familiar with are easy to guess.
Many of the teachers who will be coming later will be people they don’t know or understand, so it will definitely be difficult for them to guess!
A group of people looked worried.
Director Fang had already prepared a way out for them and took out a membership pass.
A group of young people looked at the catalog and were completely stunned.
What a big and thick book!
When you open it, you can see densely packed words, all in small print.
The Medical Association has hundreds of thousands of members.
"This is a test of our speed in looking up words in the dictionary." Du Meng'en pouted, recalling the grand occasion of the Xinhua Dictionary lookup competition when he was in elementary school.
Director Fang laughed and said: Only top students can do these jobs best, that's why you have been saying that we are short of manpower.
"Someone is coming."
Everyone turned around when they heard footsteps.
"What time is it?" Director Fang looked down at his watch.
It was a little after seven o'clock, still a long way from the official meeting time of nine o'clock.
The figure approaching gradually showed a clear outline. It was a tall and handsome representative with handsome appearance and smart clothes.
"It's Senior Brother Cao." After recognizing the figure, several junior brothers and sisters started to chatter, "I thought Senior Brother Cao drove someone here this morning."
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