When Professor Yuan told Song Xiaoyu that Chuxia had developed her own set of acupuncture techniques, she felt uneasy. After all, Chuxia was her student, and it seemed to be taking a roundabout way to recognize her; she wouldn't be happy about this.
However, now, Chuxia's humble attitude greatly pleased her, and the discomfort in her heart vanished like smoke. She smiled and nodded at Chuxia, "Yes, I also think it's very good. Chuxia, among all the students I've mentored, you are the most talented. Keep it up, and one day, you might surpass me. Also, you'll join the upcoming surgery."
"I..." Chuxia widened her eyes in surprise, "Teacher, do you mean I can join you on the operating table?"
Song Xiaoyu nodded with a smile, "Yes, you'll be on the operating table with me, serving as my assistant. Although your medical training hasn't been very long, your basic skills are well-mastered. I believe you will make a competent assistant."
