(Callum)
The conference continued the following morning.
Normally, medical conferences didn’t bother me.
Most of them followed the same pattern.
Presentations.
Research discussions.
Networking events.
Panels filled with accomplished people attempting to convince other accomplished people that their research was slightly more important.
I attended because it was expected.
Because universities valued visibility.
Because funding often followed connections.
Not because I particularly enjoyed it.
By noon, I had already sat through three presentations and one panel discussion.
My patience was beginning to wear thin.
The conference center was crowded as I stepped out of one of the lecture halls.
Doctors moved through the corridors carrying folders and coffee cups while researchers
