"Stop crowding, Huang Zhilei, the surgery is over. You guys are too late," someone said as he was pushed.
Whatâs over? The doctors on the operating table havenât 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 outcome. This is a common method doctors use to discuss their peersâ 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, youâve seen it. If youâve seen it, make way for me to go in."
The people ahead indeed didnât make way, confirming that they said the surgery was completely over to fool him.
Huang Zhilei glared at those people, meanwhile noticing that Song Xueling, who came 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 medical geniusâ 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 gleamed craftily, capturing the gaps like a sniper locking onto key parts in the surgical field, scanning and calculating after capturing them.
Dr. Xieâs abilities donât need his questioning. His only purpose for rushing here is, like Huang Zhilei, to overturn the conclusion made by orthopedic folks that Dr. Xieâs ambitions lie in orthopedics.
The orthopedics people were chirping away at the back: "This person is interested in orthopedics, isnât 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, "Howâs 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 Xuelingâs gentle demeanor was shown through a tight-lipped smile. Rather than being too lazy to speak, he was reluctant to reveal information. Honestly, those orthopedic folks donât understand Dr. Xieâs capabilities.
If it were as those orthopedic folks said, Dr. Xieâs 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 departments 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 Liuâs 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 nurseâs help to move the patient out.