After hearing their intent to pry, Zuo Liang wanted to criticize them: How others do it is none of your business; what’s important is to learn your own skills well.
"Shh." Zhang Shuping involuntarily puckered his lips as he watched Xie Wanying start to move.
To their amazent, as the three of them spoke, Xie Wanying seed oblivious, like a deaf person, not showing any signs of hearing their idle chat and not even noticing their presence, treating her surroundings as if they were air.
This extraordinary focus was quite astonishing.
The three of them focused their gaze on the hand of Xie Wanying holding the light tube.
Her hand, if it hadn’t moved for a long ti, was like a calm lake surface.
The light tube head moved, sizzling rings of light burning the patient’s lesion area, resembling tiny flas. Upon closer inspection, these small flas were like a weaving machine, densely and neatly sweeping across the wound. Where it scorched, it was like a tightly woven fabric, with not a single gap visible.
Zhang Shuping and Du ngen’s eyes widened, filled with shock. Even as interns, they could tell that such technical skill was beyond the reach of a typical dical student.
"Her hand—" Du ngen was at a loss for words to describe what he saw. He had never seen, nor had he imagined, that a female dical student’s hand could be steadier than that of a male doctor. But the scene now directly overturned his previous thoughts.
A shiver ran through his heart, and he dared not imagine anymore that as a male dical student, his natural strength being greater than a female’s ant he’d certainly have the upper hand in manual work.
Standing next to him, Zhang Shuping wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking down at the sweat beads in his palms, filled with astonishnt. His uncle was a boss with very discerning eyes; anyone he took notice of was certainly extraordinary. Nevertheless, after witnessing firsthand the dical student his uncle favored, Zhang Shuping suddenly realized the enormous difference between himself and her.
"I wonder how she compares with Senior Song?" Du ngen stamred.
As juniors from Beidu, they took pride in the genius Senior Song. But now, seeing this genius student from Guoxie, they quickly used Senior Song to calm themselves. This thought was not unique to Du ngen; Zhang Shuping shared it as well. It was as if only by thinking this way could they affirm that their learning at Beidu wasn’t inferior.
As much as they wanted to think this way, these junior students certainly did not dare to say such things in front of Song Xueling. Especially after Zhang Shuping had interacted with Song Xueling, he knew that the genius Senior Song most disliked kids. If a comparison had to be made, it should be themselves, not their senior.
Their unusual expressions, movents, and words caught the attention of other dical students. Before long, one, two, three, four, five, the interns observing at Bed 1 sward over to Bed 3 to watch the operation by a fellow intern.
"Really amazing?"
"It looks like she’s finished burning."
"Did we arrive too late?"
"Absolutely not late. It only took a mont. We rushed over from there to here, and she was done burning."
A group of interns from Beidu looked at each other, seemingly having missed an extraordinary technical scene because their run over hadn’t taken more than a few seconds, yet the task was completed.
Hearing the others say this, Du ngen, Zhang Shuping, and the now-alert Doctor Zuo Liang realized that Xie Wanying’s speed was astonishingly fast.
How was the final outco after doing it so quickly? It needs checking.
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