Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s

Perhaps she doesn't have the fate to be with Teacher Wenrou, like Teacher Xin who probably won't take her along after an accident.

It's also okay to have a colder teacher; next year, she will take the medical practitioner qualification exam and is destined to leave the teacher. The time to independence is approaching, and every bit of knowledge learned is like a child stumbling while trying to walk, striving to stand.

It feels like returning to the first time being the Chief Surgeon, a bit anxious and afraid, only relying on herself to overcome it. Xie Wanying's delicate eyebrows tightened slightly, discarding distractions, and focused all her attention on the gastroscopic image ahead.

Her eyes subtly sparkled with sharpness amidst solemnity, akin to the light source emitted by medical instruments, cold and piercing, enough to send a chill down one's spine.

Sss, Feng Yicong sucked in a breath. He had never seen her perform surgery before, only hearing Li Qi'an describe that Student Xie looked a bit cool during surgery. Now, it seems Student Xie is indeed a bit cool, cool enough to make people shiver all over.

Rustle rustle rustle, the sound of pen on paper appeared beside him. Turning his head, only to see Student Pan picking up the notebook again to sketch swiftly.

Witnessing this scene, Feng Yicong thought, he hadn't realized there were so many peculiar talents in the class before. It seemed Student Pan had to take notes regardless of whether Student Xie was speaking or operating; what was he recording when the teacher wasn't lecturing? It's unknown what Student Pan was thinking in his head.

The room was so quiet it seemed like only the sound of Pan Shihua taking notes could be heard: rustle, rustle, rustle.

The silence of other doctors reflected their solemn stance in the face of academic seriousness, as if they were in a state of full readiness. It was only known that earlier the conversation between Yu Xuexian and the student seemed to reveal that the surgeon might indeed be a complete novice.

Shao Jialiang was worried, his gaze circling Yu Xuexian's calm face, since it was his endorsement for this endoscopic surgery, he couldn't go back on his word, so he could only slightly remind the other party: "Doctor Yu."

Receiving this call, Yu Xuexian didn't even look at who was speaking; anyway, it was the same whoever spoke, replying with his usual aloof scholarly tone, "Silence, the important step is coming up."

Da Niu's words were different, issuing a voice with an imposing aura that could suppress people.

Those present, including the Guo Zhi Hospital staff, felt the technical prowess brought by the Guoxie Members.

"Eh?" someone exclaimed.

Others turned their heads at the sound, focusing their gaze on the gastroscopy monitor screen.

The operation screen showed that balloon dilation was about to be conducted. Perhaps due to being the first time, the speed of placing the guidewire was very slow, like in a slow-motion movie. The guidewire seemed to roam aimlessly near the anastomosis, appearing lost and directionless. Such a scene would definitely make people anxious.

"Is this person capable?" two young doctors from Guo Zhi Hospital whispered.

Like other medical procedures, balloon dilation's most crucial aspect is not the procedure itself, but achieving adaptation and bespoke execution tailored to the patient's body. At this moment, pinpointing the position for balloon dilation is more important than anything, otherwise, it would be futile similar to the previous unsuccessful titanium clip placement. This operational step is too critical; it determines whether the patient's second endoscopic surgery will succeed or not.

"Doctor Yu!" Shao Jialiang couldn't help but increase his tone, wanting Yu Xuexian to call a halt himself and take over.

Yu Xuexian continued to remain still, having said all he needed to previously, not intending to change his mind.

The stubbornness of a technical expert was apparent in him at this moment in full display.

On his cultured face, the cool gold-framed glasses he wore resembled precise instruments aimed only at the surgery, while the eyes behind the lenses seemed to exude a trace of ruthlessness, making people feel he was like an immovable, aloof deity.

Only those observing closely might perhaps notice the faint light that occasionally flickered through his pupils.