The college mates thanked Yu Ming profusely.
Meanwhile, Wu Ming took his phone and said to the others, "Keep quiet, everyone. My mentor doesn't like excessive noises when he's on the phone."
The people around the table immediately shut up. There was not a sound in the room.
Wu Ming relished the feeling of authority. He confidently dialed Professor Yang's number, but the phone rang only once before the call was declined.
After being stunned for a second, he dialed the number again, but it was once again declined.
He repeated that another five times before the other party turned off his phone.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became very awkward.
Wu Ming could tell that the people at the table were staring at him doubtfully. He faked a cough and said, "Ahem… Maybe my mentor is busy with work. I'll try calling him on his other number."
This time, Wu Ming sent Professor Yang a video call request on his other number. Eventually, the call was picked up.
"Do you know you're a nuisance? Speak. I'm busy."
Professor Yang's face appeared on the phone screen. He did not show any courtesy to Wu Ming, which made the latter very embarrassed.
Wu Ming was only one of Professor Yang's nine students, and he was not very remarkable among the nine. That was why Professor Yang was not very fond of him.
Wu Ming dared not waste any more of his mentor's time. He quickly said, "It's like this, Professor. I have a few friends who want to attend the upcoming conference. Can you spare a few seats for…"
"No." Professor Yang rejected Wu Ming's request without letting him finish the sentence. "What are you thinking, Ming? Every participant in the conference is a big name in the medical field. I had to pull some strings just to let you in. What makes you think you can bring along whoever you want? Do you think going to the conference is like going to the mall?"
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