Xie Wanying hurriedly turned back to ask her classmate, "Are you there?"
"Yes, Senior Tao and Teacher Ren are both here," Pan Shihua told her.
Ren Chongda casually threw so food into his mouth and calmly said to the student, "Don’t be surprised, everyone knows your personality by now."
Xie Wanying felt like she was about to cringe down to her toes. She wasn’t completely oblivious to the people coming in, she just hadn’t paid attention to each of them. She thought they were there for work and didn’t expect teachers and seniors to be observing.
If Senior Tao is here, does he have any opinions on her surgery? Thinking of this, Xie Wanying couldn’t help but sneak a glance over there.
The junior sister wants to ask his opinion. Tao Zhijie smiled and said, "Your Senior Cao is in neurosurgery, you can listen to him, he’s more skilled than I am. In fact, your Senior Cao wasn’t wrong, you’ve improved quite a bit."
Suddenly receiving praise from her senior, Xie Wanying felt sowhat flattered. During her internship in Hepatobiliary Surgery, Senior Tao never directly praised her. As her ntor, Tao Zhijie surely knew whether she had made progress. Her biggest improvent was in exploring and advancing her understanding of how to use tools, which was pointed out by Tan Kelin as a previous weakness.
A doctor must be skilled in using tools, which requires practical accumulation, not sothing that can be learned solely from books.
During the internship, she diligently learned and thought, establishing her own approach. Tan Kelin’s guidance could be considered a step ahead. Because it’s difficult for a dical student to know if they’ve laid a good foundation and to quickly advance to the next level. Having a comprehensive tool strategy is akin to being at the level of an attending physician or higher.
What Tao Zhijie didn’t say is that he and Tan Kelin could be considered to have completed their task; ntoring her any further wouldn’t be easy. As her skills grow stronger, she sets higher technical demands on her teachers. If one doesn’t have the capability, they can only remain silent throughout, like Chang Jiawei today.
Chang Jiawei isn’t entirely without capability, after all, he’s about to be promoted to associate chief physician. However, today’s surgery probably dealt him quite a blow. Speaking of Chang Jiawei, when it’s ti to eat, he still needs to eat.
After finishing his al, Fu Xinheng returned to his office to drink tea and relax, when suddenly the door opened.
Without knocking, Chang Jiawei ca in with a lunchbox, sat on the sofa in Fu Xinheng’s office, and quietly ate his white rice.
Zhou Junpeng, who had opened the door a crack, saw this scene and withdrew his body, returning to the doctor’s office to say to Li Chengyuan, "Doctor Chang is in Teacher Fu’s office."
"He didn’t invite Xie Wanying to eat with him?" Li Chengyuan asked. Recently, everyone could see that Chang Jiawei was very interested in Xie Wanying.
Chang Jiawei’s orthopedic surgery was very successful, with word spreading that reached the ears of those in cardiothoracic surgery, but by the ti they went to watch, the surgery was over. Missing the exciting scenes, Zhou Junpeng felt regretful.
Li Chengyuan was right; as a group of surgeons, they should be celebrating. For so reason, only Chang Jiawei ca here to eat his boxed al alone.
"Maybe Teacher Fu will ask, or maybe he won’t," Zhou Junpeng rembered the one glance he took, noticing that Fu Xinheng’s expression was calm and inscrutable, seeming not too surprised by the situation.
The old classmate didn’t ask, but Chang Jiawei couldn’t hold it back and raised his head to say, "Aren’t you going to ask ?"
"Do I need to invite you for dinner tonight to celebrate your success?" Fu Xinheng calmly responded.
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