Qingzhou Academy, Medical Department faculty office.
An elderly man with snow-white temples and a straight back paced back and forth in the office, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Old Pan, you better stop pacing, you're making my eyes dizzy," said a man in his sixties, obese, waving his hand from the nearby desk.
"I am anxious. The class is about to start," the old man said, looking at the clock on the wall again.
This old man, named Pan Yang, was one of the members of the previous medical incident expert group and a professor at the Medical Department of Qingzhou Academy.
Chen Yuan had been chosen to be a professor, and it was him who had been pushing it forward behind the scenes.
"Ah, a little delay will do no harm; as long as he shows up, that should be fine," another teacher in the office spoke up.
Hearing this, Pan Yang just gave a wry smile and said, "I'm just afraid he won't come."
