Chen Houming was silent for a long time.
Then he said something: "I've worked for thirty years, but I'm not as good as you in three."
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Two days later, the patient woke up.
When Xu Zhiliang went on his rounds, she was leaning against the headboard, drinking porridge. Seeing him come in, she put down the spoon and tried to pull out a smile.
"Director Xu," her voice was still weak, "they said it was you who performed the surgery on me."
Xu Zhiliang nodded.
"How do you feel?"
"Not bad," she said, "my left hand and foot seem better than before the surgery."
Xu Zhiliang asked her to lift her hand and foot. The grip of her left hand was much stronger than before, and the muscle strength in her left foot had also recovered.
"You're recovering well," he said, "stay for a few more days, if everything is fine, you can be discharged."
She nodded, then called him back.
"Director Xu."
Xu Zhiliang stopped.
She looked at him, her eyes a bit red.
"Thank you."
