Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s-Chapter 1941 - 1041: Laughed First

"When people in orthopedics perform surgery, they seem to talk a lot more," Ren Chongda recalled, thinking.

The others thought about it, and it couldn’t be said that only Chang Jiawei was the chatterbox.

It’s true that there are many surgeons who mumble during operations, just as Student Xie analyzed before. Besides, orthopedics is a physically demanding department, constantly hammering and adjusting the angle of bones is very laborious, and the surgery time is relatively long, which inevitably makes the doctors feel anxious. Talking can lighten the mood and ease emotions.

When a talkative doctor suddenly stops talking, it makes people suspect whether there is a major problem in the surgery. The group thought of this and had to quicken their steps.

Stop, as everyone’s footsteps halted at the door of the operating room.

Zhang Tinghai further pointed out: "Look, we’ve reached here, and he didn’t even notice us. What’s up with him?"

What’s up?

The silence in the operating room was astonishing. The quietness made one almost believe this was not an orthopedic surgery room but the Neurosurgery Thoracic Surgery Room, and not a smoothly progressing surgery but a frantic life-saving operation.

Too quiet. This isn’t about which chatterbox turned non-chatty.

No wonder Zhang Tinghai was scared and ran out to find someone.

"Did something go wrong in the surgery?" Zhang Tinghai turned his head to ask Cao Yong and the others.

Suddenly, Tao Zhijie turned his face away, desperately suppressing a few coughs in his throat.

Zhang Tinghai could tell this Buddha was laughing, a bit annoyed: In a situation like this, what are you laughing at?

Tao Zhijie turned back, giving him a smiling look, indicating: You’re right; as an anesthesiologist, you don’t understand.

"Explain clearly," Zhang Tinghai was unhappy with his riddles.

"What’s different in today’s surgery compared to his previous ones?" Tao Zhijie asked.

"Didn’t I just say, he suddenly stopped talking today."

"Not that, anything else?"

"Anything else?" Zhang Tinghai turned back to scan the operating room, and this time he finally noticed the different point, "You mean to say Xie Wanying is here?"

Isn’t it? This persistent little junior is terrifying in surgery, huh—Tao Zhijie’s mouth curled into a profound smile.

Perhaps anesthesiologists focus only on the surgical technique of surgeons and do not have the same firsthand experience of other aspects as those standing on the platform.

This little junior first attracted him not by her technique but by her terrifying degree of concentration.

Her concentration could be shocking to a certain extent, such as that time when she assisted him and Tan Kelin almost to the point of madness.

Now, the situation in this operating room was just as it was with him and Tan Kelin at that time, not strange at all. He and Tan Kelin usually did surgeries without talking, without anyone noticing. Now paired with a chatterbox, and the chatterbox stopped talking, Zhang Tinghai, the anesthesiologist, finally got affected and realized it.

What, is that so? Zhang Tinghai blinked hard at this Buddha. It was certain that this Buddha didn’t joke or lie.

Ren Chongda rubbed his chin, wondering if what Tao Zhijie said was true, concerns there were indeed.

Just looking ahead, Chang Jiawei’s back was standing straight. Opposite him, Doctor Liu dared not move, somewhat like an elementary school student, with both eyes focusing like a lens zooming in on a point.

This concentration was incredible, completely unaware of the group of people standing at the door.