After several students were stunned for a moment, they immediately came to help each other pick up things.
At first, the students didn’t realize that what they were picking up was in the blind spot. It wasn’t until classmate Zhang Desheng, the gossip-loving intelligence king, took a look at the things in his hands, pulled down Zhao Zhaowei next to him and said, “He seems to be like your grandfather.
Same."
"My grandfather?" Zhao Zhaowei could not understand the meaning of his words for a while.
"Isn't your grandfather a professor of medicine? Look at what this is?" Zhang Desheng showed him the document he picked up in his hand.
Zhao Zhaowei himself also had the information that the old man picked up in his hand. He lowered his head and glanced at it quickly: Really, a scientific research report? A pile of clinical data tables?
The two people's surprised eyes fell on the old man's face: Is this person a doctor? A clinical teacher?
Some materials were blown into the stairway on the first floor by the gust of wind. Xie Wanying reacted quickly and ran all the way downstairs to pick up the documents.
Classmate Pan Shihua followed and ran down to help pick it up.
The old man leaned on the railing of the stairs and watched nervously as they finally picked up the blown away documents and walked up. He was very grateful to these two fast-moving classmates and said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you."
"You're welcome." The students replied.
He put away all the fallen documents and checked that no page was missed. The old man breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at the white coats they were wearing and realized that they were medical students. By the way, he asked: "You know how children feel?"
Which floor is the second department of surgery on?"
Several classmates already knew that this person was an old-timer after helping him pick up things, and they replied: "Teacher, do you want to go to the second department of pediatric cardiac surgery? We will take you there, and we happen to be going too."
"Just in time. I haven't been here these days. They moved the department and I forgot how to get there."
Leading the way for the senior, several students were muttering in their minds and guessing who this person might be. It was definitely not normal to suddenly come to the inpatient department to look for someone during off-duty hours. Normal academic exchanges would be arranged during work hours during the day.
The old man in question carried his briefcase and information bag and walked alone. He spoke to them politely and kindly, his voice was slow and gentle, and he had no airs at all. It is difficult for people to guess his identity.
If it's not a leader, it might be like Zhao Zhaowei's grandfather, an old academic professor who occupies a position in a certain professional field, as Zhang Desheng speculated.
When I walked to the door of the Second Department of Pediatric Cardiac Surgery, the elevator door in front of me happened to open, and an acquaintance walked out.
"Yingying!"
It was Senior Brother Shen Feifei's clear and clear voice that made Xie Wanying and several other classmates stop.
The old man paused along with them.
Shen Youhuan, who walked out of the elevator, first saw her and found her. He was startled when he came closer and saw another person: "Teacher Cao Yudong, you are here."
Brother Shen, who spoke without drafting, was like dropping a bomb, blowing up several classmates on the spot.
What?
The old man with them is the legendary magical master who is worshiped by all junior surgeons, the big boss who attracts everyone's attention?
Not only were they surprised, Shen Youhuan was also stunned and said: "Are you a person, Teacher Cao Yudong?"
He is a big leader, a leader in a scientific research institute, a leader in a hospital or medical school who participates in major decision-making, and yet he just carries his bag and walks away alone?
Cao Yudong, on the other hand, was the one who couldn't understand and asked: "Yes. I am alone, who do you want to find?"
