When Kitadamir pushed open the glass door of the third conference room on the 21st floor of the "Innovative Future" technology company, there was already a certain anxiety in the air - not the astringent smell of unwashed caffeine, but the usual "pre-collision" smell of the algorithm department and product department. He held a laptop covered with sticky notes in his left hand, and held in his right hand two densely printed pages of the "Medical AI-assisted Diagnosis System V2.0 Requirements Specification". There were three dazzling red letters circled in highlighter on the cover: "Review Draft."
"PM, you're here!" Lin Xiaoyu from the testing department leaned out from her seat. The laptop screen in front of her lit up the interface of the bug management system. "The algorithm department said that the 'accuracy rate of predicting benign and malignant lung nodules ≥ 98%' we proposed was a fantasy. Lao Zhou just slapped the table with me and said that there is no way to write test cases."
Xu Taidamir followed her gaze and looked across. Zhou Mingyu from the Algorithm Department was leaning on the back of the chair with his arms folded. His eyes behind the lenses were staring at the ceiling, and his fingers were unconsciously tapping on the table - that was his signature action when he felt that the demand was "illogical". The product director next to him, Zhang Lei, was holding a mug. The words "Agile Iteration" on the wall of the mug were almost rubbed off by his fingers. When he saw Can Tai Damier come in, he immediately winked at him: "Sit down first. Director Li from Party A Medical Group is still on the way. Let's go through the internal process first."
