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 some food into his mouth and calmly said to the student, "Donât be surprised, everyone knows your personality by now."
Xie Wanying felt like she was about to cringe down to her toes. She wasnât completely oblivious to the people coming in, she just hadnât paid attention to each of them. She thought they were there for work and didnât 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 couldnât 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, heâs more skilled than I am. In fact, your Senior Cao wasnât wrong, youâve improved quite a bit."
Suddenly receiving praise from her senior, Xie Wanying felt somewhat flattered. During her internship in Hepatobiliary Surgery, Senior Tao never directly praised her. As her mentor, Tao Zhijie surely knew whether she had made progress. Her biggest improvement 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 something that can be learned solely from books.
During the internship, she diligently learned and thought, establishing her own approach. Tan Kelinâs guidance could be considered a step ahead. Because itâs difficult for a medical student to know if theyâve 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 didnât say is that he and Tan Kelin could be considered to have completed their task; mentoring her any further wouldnât be easy. As her skills grow stronger, she sets higher technical demands on her teachers. If one doesnât have the capability, they can only remain silent throughout, like Chang Jiawei today.
Chang Jiawei isnât entirely without capability, after all, heâs about to be promoted to associate chief physician. However, todayâs surgery probably dealt him quite a blow. Speaking of Chang Jiawei, when itâs time to eat, he still needs to eat.
After finishing his meal, Fu Xinheng returned to his office to drink tea and relax, when suddenly the door opened.
Without knocking, Chang Jiawei came in with a lunchbox, sat on the sofa in Fu Xinhengâs 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 doctorâs office to say to Li Chengyuan, "Doctor Chang is in Teacher Fuâs office."
"He didnât invite Xie Wanying to eat with him?" Li Chengyuan asked. Recently, everyone could see that Chang Jiawei was very interested in Xie Wanying.
Chang Jiaweiâs orthopedic surgery was very successful, with word spreading that reached the ears of those in cardiothoracic surgery, but by the time 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 some reason, only Chang Jiawei came here to eat his boxed meal alone.
"Maybe Teacher Fu will ask, or maybe he wonât," Zhou Junpeng remembered the one glance he took, noticing that Fu Xinhengâs expression was calm and inscrutable, seeming not too surprised by the situation.
The old classmate didnât ask, but Chang Jiawei couldnât hold it back and raised his head to say, "Arenât you going to ask me?"
"Do I need to invite you for dinner tonight to celebrate your success?" Fu Xinheng calmly responded.