Li Jingsheng stood up and strode towards the podium.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on him. They all wanted to see what kind of person could stand alongside Professor Wang Zhenghai.
Wang Zhenghai was an elderly man with severe balding, slightly overweight.
The gold-framed glasses he wore were amusing, with oversized custom lenses that covered his eyebrows and bags under his eyes.
The purpose of such large lenses was likely not to cover his eyebrows, but perhaps to make vision more convenient.
If the lenses were too small, performing surgeries or certain procedures like tube placements or dressing changes could be affected if the glasses slipped a bit.
This detail showed that Professor Wang Zhenghai was a very practical person.
"Are you Li Jingsheng?"
Wang Zhenghai saw Li Jingsheng being led by the host to stand beside him, and immediately understood Jingsheng’s identity.
"Yes, I am Li Jingsheng! Hello, Professor Wang, I’ve heard a lot about you."
The statement was somewhat insincere.
Expressions like "heard a lot about you" and "a name like thunder" were merely polite phrases.
However, saying such things in this setting would certainly make the other person feel comfortable.
"Haha, hello, hello! I originally thought you would be at least a middle-aged doctor over forty-five, but you turned out to be so young, truly admirable!"
Wang Zhenghai warmly shook hands with Li Jingsheng.
"Did you just happen to read about similar cases in a book?"
He was particularly perplexed, as even if a young man is highly talented, his diagnostic experience would be limited.
Where did the high score of 53 come from?
The only explanation he could think of was that Li Jingsheng had just happened upon a similar case analysis in a book.
"No."
Li Jingsheng shook his head honestly to deny.
"Oh—so you must have encountered a similar case in your work!" Wang Zhenghai could only think of two possibilities.
He couldn’t believe that Li Jingsheng managed to diagnose it with his own abilities.
Because it was too incredible.
"You flatter me. Although I’ve rotated through multiple departments, I’ve never worked in the hematology department. Being able to diagnose this case was just a stroke of luck!"
Li Jingsheng chuckled modestly.
At this moment, the Chairman of the Western Medical Association personally came over to hand out medals one by one.
A tall, attractive female staff member carried a tray.
"Congratulations, Professor Wang!"
"Thank you, Chairman Jin!"
Wang Zhenghai accepted the trophy, honorary certificate, and a 500 yuan cash bonus with a light smile on his face.
No one ever complains about having too much honor, even if they have received it many times.
"Oh, Dr. Li, you’re so promising! It’s wonderful that the Second Hospital has produced such an excellent young doctor! Remember, young man, avoid arrogance and pride. I look forward to seeing you become the new generation of renowned experts in Lijiang City."


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