Chapter 1587

Do current students have no awe at all for the Student Affairs Office Director? Can't they have some sense in their hearts?

The State Director turned back, dissatisfied, but was surprised to see Executive Vice President Zhang Deshun and the Vice President Yuan of 912 walk in.

The students never expected that a public class would summon even the President.

Instantly, an uproar broke out.

In the lecture hall, the student union's core strength, under the direction of the Student Affairs Office Director, began to maintain order.

The State Director was somewhat puzzled, but he quickly realized this must be the effect of the Nobel Prize halo.

It seems I still underestimated the Nobel Prize halo.

With this thing hanging over their heads, even if the young Doctor Zheng stood at the podium to explain calculus, it seemed someone would come to listen.

Attending class is secondary; coming to see what the Nobel Prize Nominee looks like is the real draw. It's like a dinosaur showing up at the zoo— the streets would be emptied of tens of thousands.

He stood up carefully, not going to the third row but standing to the side with his head down. However, before he could steady himself, he immediately felt something was off.

You might ignore the student affairs director, but you cannot afford to overlook the executive vice president.

"President Zhang," the director said respectfully as he hurried over.

"Is everything ready?" President Zhang asked.

"Everything is ready, although there is a shortage of teachers, but we must first ensure teaching, especially the high-quality teaching demonstration personally conducted by the Nobel Prize nominee." The director said firmly, though his words lacked sincerity.

"Hmm." President Zhang nodded, satisfied, and said, "Doctor Zheng is so young—I hadn't expected that."

"As the saying goes, heroes come from the young." Vice President Yuan laughed and said, "Don't judge Doctor Zheng by his youth; he's recently handled many difficult surgeries."

"Hehe." President Zhang seemed doubtful as well, but he didn't object, merely chuckling.

"At first I didn't believe it either; when Director Kong said they were going to compile it, I thought he was making a mountain out of a molehill." Vice President Yuan watched Zheng Ren, already gloved on the podium, handling and getting familiar with the intestinal specimen, and found it hilarious.

He examined that piece of intestine so closely that he failed to notice the director himself had come to attend his lecture.

"Oh?" President Zhang's interest was piqued.

"It's about time—let's listen to the lecture." Vice President Yuan checked his watch, smiled, and said, "Next time we grab a meal, I'll tell you about Doctor Zheng."

"Really? That impressive?"

"Yeah, not only is his interventional surgery impressive, but his surgical skills are exceptionally good—far beyond just good."

Time was up; although President Zhang was curious, he realized he probably wouldn't hear any gossip today.

Sitting upright and ready to listen, the phone of the Student Affairs Office Director Sun suddenly rang.

Feeling a bit apologetic, he stood up and headed for the door.

Before he could make out what was being said, the door swung open and a foreign professor strode in.

He glanced around, completely ignoring Director Sun's outstretched hand, and hurried toward the podium.

Behind him trailed a crowd, some bewildered, some panicked.

President Zhang stared in shock, frowning at the foreign professor and then glancing at Director Sun.

"President, Professor Stephen Jones heard that Doctor Zheng was giving a lecture and came straight over." Director Sun quickly whispered the explanation to President Zhang.

Professor Stephen Jones from the Mayo Clinic is a visiting professor at the medical university. This time he came domestically to give lectures, and Capital Medical University is just one stop on his tour.

To host an internationally renowned scholar, Capital Medical University went to great lengths.

No one expected Professor Stephen Jones to barge straight into Lecture Hall 2—could it be that he disliked the small classroom assigned to him?

But he is an internationally renowned expert who lectures to many lecturers and professors at Capital Medical University—assigning him such a large tiered classroom is pointless.

The director stared in surprise as Professor Stephen Jones burst in.

What's going on?

Could it be that they're fighting over Lecture Hall 2 and stirring up a feud?

No way!

A crowd of Capital Medical University lecturers and professors followed behind, with the translator repeatedly explaining something in the rear. The director saw Li Zhaosen trailing far behind and thought it absurd and hilarious.

It was chaotic, and nobody knew what had happened.

The students in Lecture Hall 2 erupted in an uproar.

No one expected that, aside from coming to see the Nobel Prize nominee, there would be such a drama.

Professor Stephen Jones, an internationally renowned scholar, just barged in like that…

As he was thinking that, the director saw Professor Stephen Jones approach the podium.

The imagined confrontation did not occur.

He bowed deeply to Zheng Ren.

In the tiered classroom, a deathly silence fell.

「……」 No glossary.

When the Student Affairs Office Director Sun entered, it had never been this quiet either.

Even when President Zhang entered, it had never been this quiet.

Countless eyes were fixed on Professor Stephen Jones and Zheng Ren.

President Zhang stared for a moment, then asked, "Little Sun, what's going on?"

Director Sun reacted instantly; upon hearing Professor Stephen Jones begin speaking after his bow, he rushed forward, grabbed the translator trailing behind, and pulled him over to President Zhang's side.

His English is fine for exams, but in everyday conversation, 80% of teachers and students can't keep up with Professor Stephen Jones's pace.

So it was simpler to just bring the translator over—a thoughtful move by Director Sun.

"What is Professor Stephen Jones saying?" Director Sun asked directly.

"..." The translator just stood there, dazed.

What is Professor Stephen saying? Director Sun asked directly.

…… The translator kept zoning out.

Section Chief Sun found it even more Strange, what does this have to do with that? How come Professor Stephen Jones, as soon as he arrived, did a Jiu Gong, and the simultaneous interpreter still isn't providing translation?!

Could it be that what is being said is some secret?

It's not possible either, in broad daylight—my foreign language isn't good, but someone else's is good, so they can understand.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." Director Sun, very unhappy, slapped the translator's arm.

"Ah?" The translator, having been slapped twice, then said: "Professor Stephen says his Teacher has been continuously watching Doctor Zheng's Surgery live broadcast, and also says he is very dissatisfied with the Surgery live broadcast."

President Zhang merely listened quietly, without commenting on Professor Stephen Jones's words.

This matter definitely has a twist; he guesses it probably isn't expressing dissatisfaction toward Doctor Zheng, but rather a subtle praise.

"Professor Stephen Jones's Teacher is Nobel Prize-winning Doctor Charles." Director Sun had done his homework, and on the side introduced this to President Zhang.

President Zhang nodded, still not speaking.

Teacher says, you just need to focus on surgical Shou Bing, he can see your rapid progress in Shou Bing. But doing too much Interventional surgery will Impact the hand feel of an outstanding surgical doctor.

"Doctor Zheng says, I don't think so."

"......" President Zhang was speechless.