Xu Zhiliang was sitting in the last row of the teaching room, with a laptop in front of him, a bottle of mineral water on the side, and a bag of big buns, at least six or seven by visual estimation.
He was in charge of the forum's live connection. He placed the video window on the left side of the computer screen, and on the right side was the chat window to facilitate communication.
Zhang Lin maintained order in the teaching room, and Little Five helped operate the miscellany of network computer sound equipment and microphones.
Song Zimo was the host of the venue. Dressed in a shirt and tie today, he appeared very formal and carried an academic conference style.
Despite being a Saturday, many young doctors were present.
Even a few female students who normally had no interest in lectures were quietly pushing to the back, their gazes fixated on Song Zimo.
