It was Wednesday. After lunch, Yan Feifan returned to the Trauma Surgery department.
As he walked in, he found that Chen Yu wasn't doing yoga. Instead, she was busy at her desk.
Yan Feifan waited quietly for a few minutes. Just as Chen Yu finished her work and he was about to speak, she held up a hand and beat him to it. "You don't have to say anything. I know. You have a very important surgery tonight."
"I'll adjust your schedule for this afternoon."
Chen Yu quickly tidied up the documents on her desk before looking up at Yan Feifan.
"You're really something else, kid. Just like that, you've jumped into the most difficult specialty of them all—neurosurgery."
Yan Feifan explained, "Chief, it's just an expanded application of the Puncture Injection Skill. I'm only assisting Dr. Qiu."
"My role in the brain surgery is quite small."
Chen Yu chuckled. "You're really getting a lot of mileage out of that one trick."
