Xueba’s medical black technology system

Chapter 173 Global Academic Summit
Principal's office.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door of the office. The pen in the principal's hand paused for a moment, then he raised his head from his desk and said, "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and the assistant walked in from the door holding a stack of documents.

Then, the assistant put the documents down on the desk: "Principal, there are several documents here that need your signature."

The principal put down his pen and said, "What document? Let me take a look."

The assistant took out several documents that had been prepared: "There are documents for this year's international students' passports, this year's financial review, and a scholarship application."

"Wait a minute. Can't applications for academic awards be approved by the dean of the college?"

The principal was keenly aware of one of the unusual documents.

"The amount of the academic bonus is too large, and I still need your signature from the principal," the assistant said.

The principal was a little confused: "How big can an academic bonus be?"

Is it possible that a professor at the school published a top issue recently?
The principal was slightly surprised: "Approximately how many academic bonuses should be paid?"

"180 million." the assistant replied.

"No. 180 million?"

The principal frowned, with doubt and confusion in his tone.

His first reaction was to wonder if there was something wrong.

You know, such a large amount of expenditure usually only occurs when purchasing equipment or improving school hardware.

How could an academic scholarship require such a high amount of expenditure?

The principal doubtfully took the application form for the academic bonus from the assistant.

He wanted to see which old professor was so awesome that he could declare such a large amount of academic bonus.

However, when the principal saw the name on the application form.

Very quickly, the look on the principal's face changed from confusion to surprise.

It turns out to be classmate Lu Liang. You should have told me earlier!

I am not afraid that you will apply for academic scholarships, but I am afraid that you will not apply!
The principal picked up the pen with a relieved look on his face, wrote his agreement on the application form, and signed his name.

"Your bonus application has been approved, but the amount is a bit large, so the process will take a little longer and it will come out after a while." Ji Hong said to Lu Liang on the phone.

Lu Liang breathed a sigh of relief. Now as long as the process is completed, the bonus will be paid out.

"By the way, Xiao Lu, there is one more important thing."

Ji Hong seemed to have remembered something, and he said, "There will be an important academic conference in a while. You can attend it with me then."

"Is there another academic conference?"

Lu Liang was a little helpless: "Teacher, can you not go?"

The main reason is that it is too far and it takes a lot of time to travel there.

Ji Hong directly rejected Lu Liang's request: "That's not possible. This academic conference is very important, and in the invitation sent by the other party, I hope you can attend the conference by name."

To be honest, Lu Liang was greatly surprised when he heard Ji Hong's words.

I was asked by name to hope that I would participate. Are I so awesome now?
Then you have to give him some time first, let him put his hands on his hips for a while.

As if aware of Lu Liang's surprise, Ji Hong's voice on the phone was filled with a hint of joking: "I can't help it. Who made you so famous now?"

Lu Liang scratched his head, but the other party invited him by name, so he had to make a trip no matter what.

"What kind of meeting?" Lu Liang asked.

When you go to attend an academic conference, you have to know what kind of conference it is. You can't just run into it in confusion.

Ji Hong spoke in a very solemn tone!

"ACLC, Asian Lung Cancer Conference!" Huh?
Lung cancer conference!

After hearing the name of the meeting, Lu Liang was stunned for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, Lu Liang took a deep breath subconsciously.

This is not a small academic conference in China. This is a global academic summit hosted by the International Lung Cancer Association LASLC.

By then, scientific researchers from well-known universities and research institutions around the world will come to participate in this conference.

The content of the conference will be cutting-edge information related to thoracic and lung oncology.

It can be said that this is an academic feast!
Lu Liang suddenly understood the reason why the other party invited him.

However, Lu Liang quickly thought of another thing, and he asked worriedly: "Teacher, are you going abroad?"

If he goes abroad, he may not be able to return home.

Ji Hong said: "Don't worry, the location is in China and the meeting will be next week."

After learning that the meeting location was in China, Lu Liang immediately felt relieved.

You can still go to that meeting.

After accepting the matter, Lu Liang hung up the call with Ji Hong. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to think about the lung cancer conference.

"Lao Lu, come here and eat some fruit!"

However, midway through his thoughts, Cheng Ming's voice suddenly came from the living room next door, interrupting Lu Liang's thoughts.

As time went by, Lu Liang also ushered in the beginning of his junior year.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no classes at the beginning of the school year, the class committee organized a party in the villa.

Lu Liang happened to have little free time, so he followed.

Lu Liang put away his phone and walked out of the room, only to see Cheng Ming carrying two large plates of cut fruits on the table.

At this moment, other students in the class also gathered around, and a group of people sat down at the table.

Lu Liang picked up a piece of watermelon with a toothpick and threw it into his mouth. The cold watermelon dispelled the summer heat.

"Sure enough, you still have to eat ice cream in summer." Cheng Ming said from the side.

"That's true. I don't know why, but compared to ordinary fruits, frozen fruits are much sweeter." Some people also echoed.

"It turns out I'm not the only one who feels this way. Is there any explanation for this?"

"I think it should be in summer, when things with lower temperatures stimulate the secretion of dopamine in our bodies and give us a pleasant feeling, so we feel that fruits taste better and sweeter."

A classmate in the class tried to analyze the reasons with his own understanding.

And his analysis immediately caused others to nod: "That makes sense, he is indeed the No. 2 academic leader in our class."

But some people retorted: "Isn't that right? I don't think it's that simple?"

The top student coughed dryly: "I'm just guessing. I may need to ask more professional people to find out what happened."

As he said that, the top student secretly glanced in Lu Liang's direction.

Others present seemed to realize something and looked at Lu Liang.

At this moment, Lu Liang lowered his head and looked at the messages on his phone seriously, without paying any attention to the surrounding situation.

After swallowing the watermelon in his mouth, Lu Liang reached out and picked up a piece of cantaloupe with a toothpick to taste.

As a result, when he looked up, he found that everyone at the table was staring at him intently.

This made Lu Liang stunned.

I just ate a piece of cantaloupe, so I didn’t make any mistakes, right?

But everyone's gaze made Lu Liang feel an inexplicable guilty conscience, and he silently retracted his hand.

(End of this chapter)