"PHEW!"
With the final stitch in place, Zhong Dongyang let out a long sigh of relief. Aided by a nurse, he stripped off his surgical gown and shook his slightly stiff fingers—fatigued from holding instruments for so long—while showering Li Xu with endless praise.
"Not bad. Truly not bad." Zhong Dongyang turned to look at Li Xu. The scrutinizing gaze in his eyes had long vanished, replaced by a heartfelt sense of amazement. "Dean Li, your coordination in exposing those few areas just now was simply divine. Honestly, with your current surgical proficiency and understanding of anatomical structures, you would be more than qualified to be a lead surgeon even at Renmin Hospital. Zeng didn't lie to me. You really are a freak of nature."
Li Xu took off his mask, revealing a slightly pale but still composed face. He smiled and said, "You flatter me, Director Zhong. It was your clear logic as the lead surgeon. Following your rhythm naturally saved me a lot of effort."
