The agonizingly slow afternoon finally reached three o'clock.
Director Han didn't come back, Directors Ouyang and Bai went out for emergency surgeries, and Director Ding has always been elusive.
Director Tian and Dr. Jin both arrived. Such small study sessions were usually dominated by young doctors.
The high-resolution screen repeatedly played Professor Zhang's surgical video.
Since quite a few people showed up, Yao Ling quickly arranged for two nurses to add some folding chairs to the room.
Zhang Lin sat at the most exterior desk in the front row, spread out a notebook, and everyone signed it one by one.
"Don't forget to sign in, brothers," he shouted. Anyone who had forgotten hurried over to make up for it.
Professor Zhang didn't arrive just yet; he'd asked Yang Ping to inform him when the session was nearing the end, as he wanted to say a few words.
He said that if he were present, the youngsters wouldn't dare speak, so he didn't want to create chaos.
