He obviously wasn't planning to use a banana for stitching.
After all, he had spent a whole year studying without rest, a total of 525,600 minutes, during which he performed nearly 20,000 stitching surgeries. He wasn't some surgical fanatic gone mad, continuing to sew for no reason.
Peeling open the skin of Mr. Banana and eating elegantly—what a delight.
Four thirty.
Zhang Lingchuan went downstairs to see how Wanqing was getting along.
"Master Zhang, you came at the perfect time. I've just finished and was about to send it to you via WeChat, but the file is quite large. I think it's better if you log in directly on Douyin here or take a USB to copy it."
He was stopped by Song Wanqing.
"Finished so quickly? Wanqing is exceptional!"
Zhang Lingchuan was a bit surprised; it had only been just over an hour.
"Aren't we, Ji Da students, supposed to be excellent? Right, Master Zhang?"
Song Wanqing said with a serious yet playful smile.
