Tong Yuan'an looked at his teacher. Tong Yuan'an vaguely remembered that Professor Zhou Yuhui originally expressed that he didn't want to argue anymore, saying he was getting old...
But now, Professor Zhou Yuhui looked like he was ready to argue, with no signs of old age.
After a few people gathered the data and copied them onto a memory card, they saved several copies to the cloud.
Tan Zhongyuan's thick eyebrows knitted into two small beans, "Professor Zhou, in this situation, what should we do?"
"In surgery, after all, it's a field where skill rules. Embarrassment over a tendon stitch isn't worth it."
"Now? Is it okay?"
Tan Zhongyuan thought of many things, pointing to one focal point, which was how to entice Lu Cheng away.
During the competition, Tan Zhongyuan thought about it this way. He imagined, what if Lu Cheng could one day define the yet-to-be-agreed-upon methods for vascular and nerve suturing!
