"Stop crowding, Huang Zhilei, the surgery is over. You guys are too late," soone said as he was pushed.
What’s over? The doctors on the operating table haven’t left, they must be stitching up.
No need to worry about the end; even when a surgery is over, you can still watch and reverse-engineer the process from the surgical outco. This is a common thod doctors use to discuss their peers’ techniques. The most crucial thing now is to seize the chance to see the surgical field before the incision closes. Once the surgical incision is closed, you can only rely on post-operative imaging studies for observation, losing the intuitive view.
Huang Zhilei continued to push the person in front of him, saying, "You guys said it was over, you’ve seen it. If you’ve seen it, make way for to go in."
The people ahead indeed didn’t make way, confirming that they said the surgery was completely over to fool him.
Huang Zhilei glared at those people, anwhile noticing that Song Xueling, who ca with him, was nowhere to be found.
Like a swift, flexible cat, Song Xueling maneuvered through the gaps in the crowd, quickly slipping inside.
A dical genius’ eyesight is unmatched in such situations.
Huang Zhilei was so mad he was almost hopping: this lazy cat Song dared to make a break for it without bringing him along, unacceptable.
Song Xueling smoothly approached the operating table. His brown eyes glead craftily, capturing the gaps like a sniper locking onto key parts in the surgical field, scanning and calculating after capturing them.
Dr. Xie’s abilities don’t need his questioning. His only purpose for rushing here is, like Huang Zhilei, to overturn the conclusion made by orthopedic folks that Dr. Xie’s ambitions lie in orthopedics.
The orthopedics people were chirping away at the back: "This person is interested in orthopedics, isn’t he?"
"Absolutely not," Huang Zhilei squeezed into the crowd, debating with the orthopedics folks, moving behind Song Xueling but, unable to see anything, could only anxiously ask, "How’s it looking?"
The people standing in front had to stay a certain distance from the operating table, causing those standing in the second and third rows to be even further away and unable to see clearly. But one has to trust the extraordinary eyesight of this lazy cat Song.
Song Xueling’s gentle deanor was shown through a tight-lipped smile. Rather than being too lazy to speak, he was reluctant to reveal information. Honestly, those orthopedic folks don’t understand Dr. Xie’s capabilities.
If it were as those orthopedic folks said, Dr. Xie’s performance goes far beyond that, with more creative applications rather than just being routine with not much innovation.
Huang Zhilei understood, relaxing. Then he looked at Senior Cao further away, smiling at the junior sister without a hint of worry.
The surgery was finally completely finished.
The doctors on the operating table were preparing to withdraw. Doctor Liu glanced up, nearly being shocked again: the surgery is done, and yet more and more people are arriving.
In fact, as other departnts conclude their surgeries, more doctors take the opportunity to visit and hang around. One by one, they are inexplicably drawn here just as the orthopedic folks were initially.
Doctors are no different from ordinary people; they all suffer from the curiosity that killed the cat.
Doctor Liu’s reaction was small, considering the build-up beforehand.
Chang Jiawei was about to turn and take off his surgical attire and gloves when he suddenly found the way blocked: "Who is it?" Looking up again, he was stunned by the ant-like crowd in front, erupting in anger: "Who allowed so many people in? Did I, the chief surgeon, give permission for anyone to enter?"
Zhang Tinghai, the instigator, noticed the situation was unfavorable, anxiously calling for the nurse’s help to move the patient out.
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