No one stopped him. In fact, Yin Fengchun and Li Chengyuan shared the same thought.
"What does Xuanwu Hospital mean? Are there no surgeons left? They're letting her, an internal medicine doctor, drill?!" Doctor Dong's palm slapped the table beside him.
This is simply a disgrace to the surgical world, thought Yin Fengchun and Li Chengyuan. They wondered how such surgical colleagues emerged.
"Are your surgeons like them?" Doctor Dong, an internist, couldn't bear it anymore and questioned the two surgeons.
"Rest assured, even though I'm not a neurosurgeon, there's no way I'd let an internist do the drilling. If drilling is needed, I'll do it myself!" Yin Fengchun replied with a pale face.
Isn't that what surgeons are like? Even if not in that specialty, at a life-saving moment, only you can step up, never forgetting that you're the one who swore to wield the scalpel.
