The little girl's surgery was scheduled for a week later, but Chen Cang had arranged to stay in the emergency room.
Starting tomorrow, I will conduct a series of diagnostic tests.
[Research Task: Progress: 0/100.]
Chen Cang glanced at the progress of the task and realized that the impact factor of 100 points had been counted only since the task was triggered a month ago.
If that was the case, it indeed was so.
During this period, Chen Cang certainly had not published any papers.
It was perfect timing; he could compile the data from the little girl's surgery and combine it with previous data to write some papers.
After all, the reward for the task was quite attractive, mastering a medical tool.
At lunch in the cafeteria, Zhang Yuan and Yang Hui rushed to Chen Cang's side:
"God of Men, you're in the news! No, it's the newspapers! And Weibo with photos, the kind with pictures!"
"And they're super, super handsome!"
Chen Cang was also startled.
"What news?"
