The faucet at the wash basin poured water like a deluge, and droplets splattered like embroidery, splashing onto the large mirror above the sink, tracing wet marks like flying serpents.
At ten in the morning, Lu Cheng stood at the wash basin scrubbing his hands, glancing sideways at Brother Zeng Huanqi. At a close look, he realized that Zeng Huanqi's features were actually quite delicate.
It was just that Zeng Huanqi's complexion overshadowed this, contrasting with the saying "a fair complexion covers a hundred flaws": "Brother Zeng, Professor Chen is resting today, and Director Lin has just gotten off work, so this gallbladder removal surgery can only be guided by you."
Zeng Huanqi smiled, showing white teeth, his expression kind and his tone calm: "Xiao Lu, though I know you have a good talent, mastering the tendon suturing skill within a month for multiple tendons of the upper limb."
