The man next to Wang Yong immediately turned around, looking directly at him.

Although the host had introduced Zhang Yang's name earlier, who actually paid attention to the host's introductions? Probably nine out of ten people didn't know the young man on stage, yet Wang Yong spoke up for him, even stating his name, giving the natural impression that they were acquainted.

"Our hospital admitted some patients; I saw him once back then!"

Wang Yong nodded slightly, then turned back, ceasing to speak.

Zhang Yang’s case involved some secrets of their hospital, so Wang Yong naturally couldn't divulge everything. However, he was now quite curious about Zhang Yang; he never imagined Zhang Yang would propose such a research topic.

This topic, even if proposed within their hospital, would undoubtedly be a top-tier project requiring their full commitment. If their hospital applied for it, even with preparation, securing the grant for such a topic would be uncertain.

Over at the Changjing University seating area, everyone was stunned into silence.

Zhu Daoqi, being a professor at the university, understood the profound importance of the topic Zhang Yang presented. Such a project would be given immense weight at their own institution, yet Zhu Daoqi knew their school had never attempted to apply for anything remotely similar.

As for Shi Yan, Zhao Qiang, and the others, their mouths were agape.

Before Zhang Yang voluntarily took the stage, they hadn't thought much of him, assuming he was just another student with good grades—which he was, having even served as a student union executive.

It wasn't until the Dean Zhu mentioned Zhang Yang's internship and the surgeries he performed at lunchtime that they realized how different Zhang Yang was.

At that time, even they expected Zhang Yang to share insights and experiences from those operations. After all, they were still students; sharing experience from major surgeries was rare, and they were confident that students from other schools lacked such exposure.

Major surgeries might mean little to the experts and doctors from various hospitals in the audience, but for these students, it was definitely a shockwave. Based on this alone, they were certain Zhang Yang would achieve excellent results.

Unfortunately, they had all guessed wrong. Zhang Yang didn't discuss experience; instead, he proposed a topic—an incredibly intimidating one that had a bombshell effect on the experts, doctors, and university leaders alike.

The reaction of the experts and doctors in the audience made this abundantly clear.

This was the first time they had interrupted a student presentation, all driven by an undeniable urge to question him.

"Everyone, please quiet down for a moment. If it’s this noisy, you won't hear my crucial description that follows!"

After a full pause of over a minute, Zhang Yang spoke softly into the microphone. His single sentence immediately silenced the murmuring crowd.

Crucial description—that was the key point. Every person there was genuinely curious about what Zhang Yang would say next, what he could possibly reveal, or perhaps if he was merely using the topic as a gimmick and knew nothing.

Starting his presentation with such controversy and an enforced interruption, Zhang Yang had certainly kicked off the afternoon session with a unique beginning, at the very least injecting alertness into the entire assembly.

Clearing his throat lightly, Zhang Yang continued, "Although this topic is currently being applied for..."

Zhang Yang spoke slowly. Several people below immediately wanted to interrupt with questions, but after a moment's thought, they held back for the time being.

"The research on this topic is actually an integration of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine. As is widely known, TCM's approach to certain..."

Zhang Yang's voice resonated throughout the small auditorium. His delivery this time wasn't about sheer volume, but the content was superior. In just two minutes, what he said captured everyone's attention.

Anyone with even a rudimentary understanding of medicine was hanging on every word. Especially the experts and the scholarly university leaders in the front rows—initially, they exhibited surprise, disbelief, or perhaps a mixture of condescension, astonishment, and disdain.

But as Zhang Yang elaborated, they slowly settled into a common expression: seriousness. At that moment, everyone looked the same, their expressions utterly grave. Every word Zhang Yang spoke resonated deep within them.

Gradually, even doctors who harbored severe doubts had to admit that the theory Zhang Yang presented was excellent; if put into practice, it could certainly have an effect on diseases like 'Multiple **-Type Asthma'.

Furthermore, they were astonished by his erudition. Zhang Yang uttered new terminology after new terminology, even mentioning concepts they themselves had never encountered.

Not encountering them didn't mean they couldn't understand them. These individuals were luminaries and authorities in the medical field, naturally capable of discerning the veracity and existence of the concepts Zhang Yang presented.

"That concludes my presentation for today. Although this project is currently under application, I am confident that given its current progress, approval will be granted soon!"

At the fifteen-minute mark, Zhang Yang bowed slightly on stage, concluding his presentation.

Others used their full twenty minutes, yet he required just over ten. However, the content covered in his brief segment was more comprehensive and richer than anyone else’s.

This was efficiency. This alone demonstrated the vast gulf separating Zhang Yang from the other students.

Silence. After Zhang Yang finished, the hall remained utterly still.

No applause, no questions, not even murmurs. Everyone remained seated, dazed, many minds replaying the content Zhang Yang had shared, trying to find discrepancies or flaws.

But immediately, they were struck with frustration: they couldn't find any.

The topic Zhang Yang proposed was too flawless. Even knowing that practically no one domestically could execute such research, they could not refute what he said.

Moreover, what Zhang Yang discussed, to a certain extent, surpassed their own scope of knowledge—it was a level higher than what they had learned. Being at a higher level, they could only listen or grasp the surface understanding; they couldn't fully internalize it, let alone offer refutations.

This applied to both the expert doctors and the students.

Silence. Still silence.

Some students were the first to react. They raised their hands, about to applaud, but after glancing around, they stopped.

No one was clapping. If they started now, it would seem odd, and besides, Zhang Yang’s presentation had been over for a short while.

"Excellent, well done!"

The first expert doctor to snap out of it was Wang Yong. He already had a slight understanding of Zhang Yang and had always sensed this young man was extraordinary, realizing his previous life-saving feats weren't solely dependent on that mysterious drug.

Hearing Zhang Yang's presentation today solidified this conviction.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap!"

Wang Yong began applauding forcefully, and immediately, everyone beside him joined in with vigor. Soon, applause erupted throughout the entire hall, louder than any before.

The applause only started more than a minute after the presentation ended, yet it became the loudest ovation of the day.

This could only mean Zhang Yang’s presentation had been so captivating that the audience was still mentally processing his material even after he stopped speaking.

"We will now proceed to the open Q&A session!"

The host finally recovered, glancing at Zhang Yang with surprise before quickly making the announcement. As a medical student herself, but an average one whose grades were just so-so, she couldn't understand a single thing Zhang Yang had discussed.

"I want to ask, let me ask first!"

"When did you apply for this project? What is the current progress? Who are the primary researchers?"

"I’d like to ask, you mentioned using Budesonide instead of Betamethasone and Theophylline—is there any scientific basis for that, and is there any clinical proof?"

"I also want to know, you claimed Traditional Chinese Medicine could play a major role in treating asthma. Which specific aspects did you mean?"

As soon as the host finished speaking, the floor descended back into chaos. The most disorderly group was the dozens of expert representatives from various major hospitals, some even standing up to shout questions.

Many experts argued amongst themselves, causing the scene to become even more chaotic, making it impossible to discern any of the questions being posed.

This sight left the host frozen.

After the presentation by the most outstanding student from Tongji Medical College, there was active questioning, but certainly not this rabid scramble, disregarding all protocol. Back then, they at least showed courtesy, asking one by one, their attitude resembling teachers assessing a gifted student.

But at this moment, they looked more like students desperate for knowledge, with Zhang Yang acting as the teacher—one who could offer enlightenment and impart wisdom.

There's no fear if the goods aren't inspected, only when they are compared.

The bright young man from Tongji Medical College, previously considered the best performer, now showed results that were worlds apart from Zhang Yang's reception.

Many students finally realized that the student they collectively thought was the top performer was nothing special when set beside Zhang Yang; he had instantly gone from a favored son of heaven to an ordinary student.

What Zhang Yang spoke of might not have been as vivid as the other's delivery, but it was incomparably practical, not to mention that his material completely transcended the scope of student knowledge, stunning even the expert doctors.

"Please be quiet!"

Zhang Yang suddenly tapped the microphone on stage, and the audience quieted down considerably.

He then said, "I hope you will ask your questions individually. In this manner, I cannot hear your queries, nor will you receive my answers. Teacher, you may ask first!"

Zhang Yang casually pointed to a doctor representative in the front row—this man had been the most aggressive, shouting loudly and even standing up. If others hadn't held him back, he might have rushed onto the stage to confront Zhang Yang directly with his question.