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"Why is it that the phone connects but no one answers?" Professor Cao Qianwei from the Department of General Surgery at Xiangya Second Hospital had been trying to call Lu Cheng without success, adding to his irritation.
After making seven or eight calls, his student finally called back: "Master, Lu Cheng went to the neural suturing competition, and he's preparing for it now."
"Maybe his phone has been taken away."
"What's the point of him competing? Where is he? Still at the neural suturing venue? I'll go find him." Cao Qianwei shouted.
He thought this Lu Cheng probably didn't even know what he had done, yet he was there competing.
Two minutes later.
"Hello, we don't know each other, right?"
"Who are you?" Lu Cheng retracted a stranger's middle-aged hand, taking a few steps back.
"I'm Cao Qianwei, Dr. Lu. I have something important to discuss with you. Could we perhaps go have a cup of tea together?"
"I've been unable to reach you on the phone."
