"Alright, Cui Jia's suturing was pretty good. Looks like you've been putting in some work on tension‑reducing sutures recently, you deserve some praise for that."
When Cui Jia finished closing the abdomen, Liu Banxia gave her a compliment.
"Teacher Liu, you can't treat people so differently," Li Hao shouted in frustration.
Liu Banxia rolled his eyes at him. "How am I treating people differently? I clear the table after I eat, do I have to wait for Qiaoqiao to praise me? The toys that Beifeng and the others play with get thrown all over the place, and I can't yell at them either."
Li Hao instantly deflated. It was true: they were long past the stage where you needed praise for suturing.
Once he got the chance, he had to independently finish some impressive surgery, like a partial thyroidectomy or something. Then he could walk with his head held high—that'd be absolutely no problem.
"Alright, we've kept her under long enough, wake her up," Liu Banxia said.
