"Teacher Tong, that's not what I meant." Lu Cheng quickly turned his head.
Turning his head, he noticed Fatty Tong wearing a friendly smile, with a crafty look on his face, as if plotting something; Lu couldn't tell what exactly he was calculating.
But Lu Cheng had nothing to lose and wasn't afraid of Tong Yuan'an selling him out.
"That certain teacher is playing tricks on you. Don't pay attention to him. If you pursue the tendon suturing track, you can advance to the national competition."
"If he cancels your results from the Xiang Province competition, and you still perform equally well in the national rounds, the general surgery department will look bad in front of national peers."
"Unless you deny having participated in the Xiang Province competition, they'll never shake off the label of being petty and suppressing young talent."
