Internal Medicine – Module 1/Lesson 3 – Prof. Y. Toran

Name: Internal Medicine – Module 1/Lesson 3 – Prof. Y. Toran
Start: 2026-07-22T10:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-07-22T12:00:00-07:00
Location: Columtreal University

July 22 @ 10:00 am - 12:00 pm

The respiratory system: structure, function and disease

Details

Date: July 22
Time:
10:00 am - 12:00 pm
Event Category: Columtreal
Event Tags:Campus, Columtreal, University

Venue

Columtreal University

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