In response, swish, a pen stroke went across the sketchbook. Feng Yicong heard Student Pan say, "She found it."
Found what? Feng Yicong was confused. He, as a medical student, stared intently at the surgical scene but couldn't see any clue, yet the surgical student claimed something was found.
Found the fistula? The issue was that Student Xie hadn't even begun to apply pressure, the balloon hadn't expanded, the anastomosis hadn't widened. She was just adjusting the guidewire, so how could it be found?
"Hey." Feng Yicong directly tugged on his clothes, telling him not to speak recklessly. There were too many teachers standing here; saying the wrong thing would cause trouble for the class female prodigy.
Pan Shihua's delicate face showed a faint smile, incredibly vague, yet his tone was very sure when speaking to Student Feng: "Yingying's hand movements have changed; she's now only making minor adjustments to the angle, so she should have found the fistula."
