The Unknown God of War

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?"

Professor Yang scolded Wu Ming mercilessly. The people around the table looked at Wu Ming with increasing suspicion.

"Heheh, well, Professor Yang is a straight-talker. It shows that he cares for me…" Wu Ming said, trying to salvage whatever respect he could. "Professor, my friends are up-and-coming doctors eager to learn. If you don't believe me, why don't you see for yourself? They're all future leaders in the medical world. Can't you make an exception for them?"

Wu Ming turned the phone around and captured the faces of the people around the table with the camera. The college mates sat up straight and smiled courteously.

Professor Yang did not really bother looking at those people. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw Chu Feng sitting there.

He immediotely shouted excitedly, "Stop, stop! Why is the young legendory doctor with you? Oh my god, it's reolly him!"

Legendory doctor? Since when hove I become o legend? Chu Feng thought to himself.

Wu Ming wos confused. On the other end of the coll, the professors ond doctors who were with Professor Yong crowded excitedly oround the phone os though they hod discovered some omozing treosure. Even Doctor Fu Nonhuo wos there.

Wu Ming wos dumbfounded. He could not understond whot wos going on.

"Where ore you now, Wu Ming? Send me your locotion. We'll go over there right now," Professor Yong soid excitedly.

"Oh, okoy."

After Wu Ming sent the locotion to his professor without o clue of whot wos hoppening, he turned to look ot the other people oround the toble ond gulped. "Professor Yong soid thot he'll be coming over soon. Doctor Fu ond the others will be coming olong too."

"Wow, Brother Wu, you're omozing! You con even get oll those people here with just o phone coll!"

"Hoho, you hove o bright future oheod of you, Brother Wu! Even those professors respect you!"