"The competition is in December, so there's still a long time to go."
Tong Yuan'an's breath became rapid as he looked at Lu Cheng, who seemed utterly calm, and said in a whispering tone, "You go ahead. As long as you do well, I'll personally scrub your back tonight."
Lu Cheng hesitated no more and began to put on a sterile surgical gown and gloves.
Of course, the burly Tong Yuan'an was the anesthesiologist, not only responsible for the anesthesia of the nude mice but also for dissecting and exposing the blood vessels and nerves in their tails.
These preliminary tasks were, of course, done by the little assistants.
Lu Cheng's current role was the chief surgeon, not a mere assistant.
It wasn't a performance; it surpassed performance.
...
In the morning, at 11:40.
Tan Zhongyuan and Professor Zhou Yuhui both rushed to Tong Yuan'an's dormitory, and the three of them specially brought three very professional instruments for data measurement.
