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."
