"Dr. Cao." Doctor Hu said to him, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

"Aren’t you being too modest, Dr. Cao?"

Cao Yong: Hmm?

"I used to not understand why our school’s Doctor Song would go out of his way to learn from you."

"Now I get it, you’re just too modest. Clearly, you’re much more skilled than our school’s Doctor Song." Doctor Hu’s words indicated she wasn’t completely asleep during the surgery; she overheard some of the doctors’ conversations.

Cao Yong calmly replied, "I need to learn from other doctors."

No matter how good his skills were during surgery, he had previously almost misdiagnosed a patient in front of his junior sister. Being a doctor requires being well-rounded, not just being good at surgery.

After hearing his words, Doctor Hu said, "I want to thank all of you, including Doctor Xie Wanying."

Standing at the door of the ward, Xie Wanying heard this, turned her back, and felt her face getting a bit flushed. Today, through the stark contrast with Senior Cao, she personally experienced what it means to have a skill gap.

After finishing a check-up for a patient, when she looked up, it seemed she could see her own shadow hiding, and Cao Yong furrowed his brow slightly.

The phone rang.

Cao Yong pulled out his phone from the pocket of his white coat.

Zhai Yunsheng, who had completed his business and was about to leave, called to invite his nephew, "Let’s have dinner together tonight. My treat. Bring the surgeons from your group and her along."

Considering the good relationship with his uncle, Cao Yong also wanted his uncle to learn more about what kind of person she was. He agreed.

Overhearing the phone conversation, Huang Zhilei hurriedly caught up with his junior sister who was about to leave, "Yingying, let’s have dinner together."

Xie Wanying wanted to say no.

Huang Zhilei approached, adjusted his glasses, and examined her face, saying, "Were you intimidated by Senior Cao’s brilliance?"

Senior Brother Huang’s words were a bit teasing, which eased Xie Wanying’s nervous expression.

"No one isn’t intimidated by Senior Cao during surgeries, including me." Huang Zhilei said to his junior sister. The Dimensional Strike of Senior Cao is something everyone experiences; she doesn’t need to be excessively frightened.

Xie Wanying glanced again and saw Doctor Song walk to the door.

Song Xueling’s serene brown eyes observed her like a curious cat: Was Doctor Xie really scared?

She wasn’t scared. The path in medicine is not a smooth and flat road; being reborn, she knew this early on. It’s just that Senior Cao’s outstanding performance could make anyone feel pressured.

Senior Jin and the others needed to adjust their mindset, and so did she. Besides having a mind more adept at thinking through medical problems than the average student, she was, in fact, just an ordinary person.

Seeing this, Huang Zhilei whispered in her ear, "You know what? If you’re more nervous than Senior Cao, you might find him intimidating."

Huh? Xie Wanying lifted her head slightly.

The junior sister’s mind was filled only with academics; she hadn’t noticed how Senior Cao seemed a bit more flustered than usual after the surgery. Huang Zhilei chuckled.

After work, a few of them got into Senior Cao’s car to head to the dinner. When they arrived at the restaurant, they realized it was Cao’s uncle treating them tonight.

Seeing them arrive, Zhai Yunsheng waved his hand, "Sit down, no need to be formal with me. You all know what my relationship with your Doctor Cao is."

No one dared to be too formal with this industry giant uncle. A group of young people sat down.

When the menu arrived, Zhai Yunsheng pointed to the only girl at the table, "Ladies first."

The style of the Cao Family is absolutely of the Gentleman Faction.