After a few students froze for a moment, they immediately came to help each other pick up things.
At the beginning, the students didn't realize that what they picked up belonged to the blind spot. Until Zhang Desheng, the gossip-loving intelligence officer Wang Shundao glanced at the things in his hand, pulled Zhao Zhaowei beside him and said, "He seems to be just like your grandpa."
"My grandfather?" Zhao Zhaowei couldn't comprehend the meaning of his words for a while.
"Isn't your grandfather a professor of medicine? Take a look at what this is?" Zhang Desheng showed him the documents he picked up.
Zhao Zhaowei also had the materials of the old man he had picked up in his hand, he lowered his head and glanced quickly: Really, the scientific research report? Stacks of clinical data tables
The surprised eyes of the two fell on the old uncle's face: Is this man a doctor? 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 to catch up to the downstairs to pick up the documents.
Classmate Pan Shihua followed and ran down madly to help pick it up.
The old man leaned on the railing of the stairs, watching nervously as they finally picked up the documents that had blown away and walked up. He thanked the two students for their quick hands and feet, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you."
"You're welcome." The students replied.
Gather any dropped papers and check that no pages are missing. The old man let out a sigh of relief, looked at the white coats they were wearing, and realized that they were medical students. By the way, he asked, "Do you know which floor the Second Pediatric Cardiac Surgery Department is on?"
Several students already knew that this person was an old man after picking things up for him, and they replied: "Teacher, are you going to the Second Department of Pediatric Cardiac Surgery? We will take you there, and we happen to be going too."
"Exactly. I haven't come these days. They moved the department, and I forgot how to get there."
Leading the way for the old man, several students muttered in their hearts and guessed who this person might be. It must not be normal to suddenly come to the inpatient department to find someone after get off work. Normal academic exchanges will be arranged during the working hours during the day.
The problem is that this old man, carrying his briefcase and information bag, walks alone, and speaks politely and kindly to them, with a slow and gentle voice, without any airs at all. It is more difficult for people to guess their identity.
If it is not a leader, it may be as Zhang Desheng speculated, like Zhao Zhaowei's grandfather is an old academic professor who has a place in a certain specialist field.
When I walked to the door of the Second Department of Pediatric Cardiac Surgery, it happened that the elevator door opened and an acquaintance walked out.
"Yingying!"
It was Brother Shen Feifeifei's clear and loud voice, Xie Wanying and a few other students stood firm.
The old man paused along with them.
Shen Youhuan, who got out of the elevator, first saw her looking for her, and when he approached, he was shocked to see another person: "Mr. Cao Yudong, you are here."
Brother Shen, who didn't draft his words, was throwing a bomb, blowing up several students on the spot.
What
The old man who was with them was the legendary magical master who was worshiped by all junior surgeons, the big guy who attracted the attention of everyone
Not only were they surprised, Shen Youhuan was also stunned and said, "Are you alone, Teacher Cao Yudong?"
He is a big leader, a leader of a scientific research institute, a leader who participates in major decision-making powers in a medical school in a hospital, and ends up carrying his bag alone
Cao Yudong was the one who couldn't understand, and asked, "Yes. I'm alone, who do you want to talk to?"