Professor Tang looked away when he saw that he was silent.
He took a folder from the desk and said calmly: "With her current level, there is no need to observe the surgery."
Senior Brother Feng opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
But looking at Professor Tang's face, he swallowed his words.
…
Beijing University Affiliated Hospital.
Professor Tang appeared in the surgical conference room with five students.
Yang Tianming and others came in but did not see Gu Mang, "Professor Tang, where is Gu Mang?"
"She won't be able to understand this kind of situation even if she comes here." Professor Tang said.
Yang Tianming frowned slightly.
Professor Tang looked at the person in charge of the hospital and said, "The meeting can begin."
…
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Gu Mang came out of the testing room.
Students who went to the restaurant to eat returned to the laboratory building one after another to continue doing experiments, and there were constant voices in the corridor.
But when he saw Gu Mang, he paused subconsciously and glanced in her direction.
The girl is wearing a white coat and is tall and slim.
His hands were in his pockets, his eyebrows were lowered, nonchalantly.
The next second, the girl's phone seemed to vibrate. She took out her phone and looked at the caller ID.
While connected, push open the laboratory door.
"Professor Yang." Gu Mang said politely.
The laboratory was dark, so she turned on the light.
"Gu Mang, where are you?" Yang Tianming asked.
The girl said: "Medical Information Laboratory."
Yang Tianming said: "Wait for me for ten minutes. We will meet in front of the Medical Information Laboratory Building."
Gu Mang simply hummed and didn't ask any more questions.
After hanging up the phone, she picked up the black backpack, hung it on her shoulders, put on her peaked cap, and left the laboratory.
… When Yang Tianming arrived.
Gu Mang crossed his legs and sat on the bench in front of the laboratory building, playing with his mobile phone.
"Gu Mang." Yang Tianming said.
The girl looked up, saw him, stood up, put her phone in her pocket, "Professor Yang."
Yang Tianming looked at the girl's dark and bright eyes and said in a guilty tone, "I'm really sorry for what happened today. I didn't arrange it properly."
When Gu Mang entered Beijing University, he promised to give Gu Mang the best resources.
As a result, Professor Tang did not let Gu Mang come over for this important surgery today.
When Gu Mang heard this, he raised his delicate eyebrows slightly and asked, "What happened today?"
Yang Tianming was stunned, "Don't you know that there will be a seventh-generation robot surgery at the Beijing University Affiliated Hospital this afternoon?"
When Gu Mang heard his words, he probably guessed what happened.
Professor Tang is an authoritative expert in the field of robotic surgery.
The seventh-generation surgical robot was successfully developed in May and has been put into clinical application. The Affiliated Hospital of Peking University is the first introduction point designated by the Medical Association.
The superiors attach great importance to this matter, and Professor Tang will personally attend every operation.
Occasionally I take students with me.
Yang Tianming was looking for her now. It was obvious that Professor Tang had brought other students with him in the afternoon, but she was not brought with him.
Yang Tianming said: "Don't worry, you can follow me for the next surgery."
Gu Mang had no expression on his face, "Let's talk about it later, it depends on the situation."
Yang Tianming knew that this was someone who could perform surgery on Mrs. Lu, and his medical skills were probably inferior to those of the professors at Beijing University.
Maybe you came to Beijing University because you are interested in artificial intelligence medical care.
I didn't even go to the institute of the Medical Association because I was afraid that she would be upset.
Then who will inherit their medical association in the future
Yang Tianming became more and more panicked as he thought about it, his throat tightening, "You won't abandon the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the Medical Association, will you?"
Gu Mang: "..."
Seeing that she didn't speak, Yang Tianming became even more panicked, and promised: "Don't worry, I will make arrangements for you in advance for future artificial intelligence medical surgeries and academic summits."
Thank you for your support,
(End of chapter)