Damn it, other people can’t live.

Jin Tianyu let out a long breath.

Listening to the long sighs from Senior Jin and the others behind her indicated a need for psychological adjustment, Xie Wanying’s eyes seemed rooted, falling on the chief surgeon’s gloved hands in the operating room, almost motionless.

In her impression, the first time she met Senior Cao, he gave her a feeling of being handsome, his very handsome features should have been those of a singing star on stage. Of course, what Senior Cao repeatedly showed her was: very gentlemanly, a good family man, someone who knows how to live, loyal and passionate towards friends, caring towards juniors, principled in medicine and occasionally revealing a touch of domineering, good attitude towards patients, serious in academic research, can publish papers, can mentor students, a good doctor...

Years ago, Senior Cao attended to an emergency patient in Songyuan in front of her, and it seemed he almost made a misdiagnosis. Later, after Senior Cao returned from studying abroad, his diagnostic accuracy in medicine seemed to have improved a lot.

She really never thought Senior Cao had any innate talent.

Everyone said Senior Cao was amazing, the boys in her class collectively admired Senior Cao, she always thought that what everyone said was good about Senior Cao was firstly his style as a person and a doctor, and secondly as a neurosurgery expert, he learned many exquisite surgical techniques abroad, and as a surgeon he had a steady mindset and steady hands.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Why did her thinking go so far off track?

What was wrong with her mind, it should have been obvious. Doctor Song was willing to betray his alma mater and insist on happily tagging along with Senior Cao, which already demonstrated that Senior Cao should be much more impressive than Doctor Song.

Doctor Song is a genius, Senior Cao can only be more of a genius than Doctor Song, otherwise how could he impress Doctor Song?

After Jin Tianyu and Lin Chenrong regained their composure, they looked at her slightly dazed face and gaze in front of them and couldn’t help but share a glance: Perhaps this is the reason, which is why Cao Yong didn’t particularly show off in front of her.

Cao Yong is very aware that his hands are equivalent to a Dimensional Strike, capable of completely overwhelming all those who want to learn surgery.

Cao Yong subconsciously couldn’t bear to hit the girl he liked with such a strike.

This seems to explain Cao Yong’s peculiar behavior now.

It wasn’t just that Cao Yong deliberately chose to conceal it. She hadn’t done an internship in neurosurgery yet, and furthermore Cao Yong had had opportunities to show off his skills before, when her childhood friend was injured.

Recalling now, at that time, Senior Cao said he would perform this unfamiliar urological surgery, she thought Senior Cao was bravely taking responsibility at a critical moment, commendable courage.

She was wrong again. Senior Cao had the technical confidence to say that. Even if unfamiliar with urology, Senior Cao had a natural surgical feel to control the operation.

Returning to the scene in front of the surgical room, Senior Cao’s hands continued to operate.

She could see Doctor Song standing beside, his mind already unable to keep up with the speed of the chief surgeon’s hands, only able to stand by helplessly.

One should say, no one can keep up with this innate surgical doctor’s reflexive hand feel.

With excellent touch, the chief surgeon determined that the area growing behind the cerebellum was not an aneurysm, then suddenly turned back to the anterior cerebral circulation searching for problems. What couldn’t be done in previous checks, what Doctor Song couldn’t think through. It could only rely on subtle tactile sensation to feel the fluctuations within the blood vessels. Guided by the sense of touch, the chief surgeon suddenly navigated the micro catheter into the anterior choroidal artery.