Too tight won’t do, too loose won’t do either. How to reconcile the two, consider so candidates in exams who hum songs silently or fiddle with pens. In the operating room, like Boss Zhang, he might tap the rhythm with his surgical slippers on the floor and occasionally utter so sharp comnts.
Which type of surgical style does Senior Chang’s chatter belong to? As Xie Wanying wondered this, her gaze inadvertently swept across the face opposite her, observing the chief surgeon and teacher.
With the help of a nurse, he put on surgical magnifying glasses and a surgical mask which covered his features except for the forehead and eyebrows, revealing only slight hints of Chang Jiawei’s deanor in these corners.
His two thick eyebrows soared upwards, like an eagle spreading its wings, revealing imnse confidence and ease like soaring in the high sky.
Senior Chang’s relaxed deanor is not like soone who needs to feign relaxation to dispel tension.
On the contrary, Senior Chang’s vigor seems like blood rushing through his veins with excitent, showing his intense interest and enthusiasm for surgery, as if he’s charged up, completely unaware of any tension.
This is really different from other surgeons.
Xie Wanying was surprised to realize this.
Normally, people always associate Chang Jiawei with being a master playboy; rarely does anyone think he has much passion for dicine. Everyone just assus he’s interested in girls, perhaps thinking he beca a doctor to win their affection. Who would have thought this person might be a dical enthusiast?
This again shows how easy it is for people to misjudge soone they don’t frequently interact with based on hearsay.
Others in the operating room like Doctor Liu, the surgical nurse, and Zhang Tinghai are familiar with Chang Jiawei’s talkative nature during surgeries.
Doctor Liu smiles while listening to Chang Jiawei boast.
The nurse smiles but remains silent.
Zhang Tinghai sighs several tis helplessly, holding up his hand as if desperately wanting to cover his ears. Too bad his personality is different from this man’s, he doesn’t like being talkative in the operating room.
Chang Jiawei was in high spirits, chattering on and on, oblivious to whether Student Xie was replying, focused on reassuring the student: "Don’t be nervous, there’s really nothing to be nervous about. I’ll take you through it in a bit, showing you the remarkable differences between orthopedic surgery and other departntal surgeries. Trust , as long as I’m here, there’s nothing to worry about."
The ntor comforting the student to not be nervous is quite normal.
"Mm." Xie Wanying responded calmly, she was standing here to learn, indeed no need to be concerned, with a teacher guiding her.
Hearing her voice so calm, Chang Jiawei’s heart suddenly thumped twice: What’s the matter? Does Student Xie seem to trust him a lot, making him feel a slight rare sense of nervousness instead?
Others noticed his sudden silence.
Could this person have stopped babbling? The sudden peace around their ears made Zhang Tinghai sowhat skeptical of his own hearing, lowering his head to check the situation. He observed that Chang Jiawei really made no noise, and his eyelids fluttered almost to flight: Wasn’t mistaken? What happened to the playboy who loves chatting with girls? After a couple of sentences, he actually shut up?
"Scalpel." Chang Jiawei’s expression turned stern, abandoning his chatter, even unexpectedly adopting the serious tone of an old gentleman beneath the mask.
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