"What? Evidence? What did I say? Where's the evidence?" Tong Yuan'an's plump face spread out naturally like water, his expression as casual as if chatting with Chen Song.
There are countless hand surgeons who can suture tendons at the age of thirty, but those who can perform finger replantation at thirty are extremely rare.
Countless might be an exaggeration, but with tens of thousands, about a thousand new doctors emerge every year, it's not an exaggeration.
To be honest, even counting the numbers accumulated over history, those who can master finger replantation at thirty don't exceed three digits.
And these people later became the backbone of major top teaching hospitals.
Though Tong Yuan'an was quite plump, his muscles were still strong. With force, he easily pried open Chen Song's thin hand without any effort.
As a fitness enthusiast, Tong Yuan'an demonstrated the absolute strength of an orthopedic doctor for the first time: "Chen Song, you were just too slow..."
