"The competition is in December, so there’s still a long time to go."

Tong Yuan’an’s breath became rapid as he looked at Lu Cheng, who seemed utterly calm, and said in a whispering tone, "You go ahead. As long as you do well, I’ll personally scrub your back tonight."

Lu Cheng hesitated no more and began to put on a sterile surgical gown and gloves.

Of course, the burly Tong Yuan’an was the anesthesiologist, not only responsible for the anesthesia of the nude mice but also for dissecting and exposing the blood vessels and nerves in their tails.

These preliminary tasks were, of course, done by the little assistants.

Lu Cheng’s current role was the chief surgeon, not a mere assistant.

It wasn’t a performance; it surpassed performance.

...

In the morning, at 11:40.

Tan Zhongyuan and Professor Zhou Yuhui both rushed to Tong Yuan’an’s dormitory, and the three of them specially brought three very professional instruments for data measurement.

These instruments were loaded on the car and were brought overnight from Sha City.

At 11:45, Tan Zhongyuan examined the appearance of the three-segment-and-four-section vascular sutures done by Lu Cheng and began to look serious.

The nude mouse, which had been anesthetized, woke up. Although its tail couldn’t move flexibly, it occasionally exhibited a ’wagging’ motion!

This was somewhat frightening.

One must know that Tong Yuan’an had taken photographs; Lu Cheng had made two cuts in the tail nerve of the nude mouse!

Nerves are not like blood vessels; once severed and sutured, they don’t just reconnect.

If nerve sutures were that simple, there wouldn’t be so many cases of activity impairment due to nerve damage in reality!

"Hu Yi, Han Yunshen. Begin the measurements!"

"Okay!" Hu Yi and Han Yunshen were both students of Tan Zhongyuan and part of his team.

Among them, Han Yunshen’s surgical range was broader than Tong Yuan’an’s, with only the depth of some operations being less than Tong Yuan’an’s.

Meanwhile, Hu Yi, an attending physician, was the first place winner in vascular suturing in this provincial competition, a young yet unassuming expert.

This year, he was only thirty-two, just two years older than Lu Cheng!

The measurement was conducted quickly.

The results were out soon, and the various data at once rendered Tan Zhongyuan, Zhou Yuhui, and others speechless.

"Immediate blood flow patency rate 99.9%!"

"Blood flow speed: 0.24-0.26 ml/min; theoretical range is 0.2-0.3 ml/min."

"Re (Reynolds number): 2322-2425! (2000-2500)"

"Turbulent volume ratio: 8%; (Normal value: 1%.)"

"Bleeding: None!"

"Nerve conduction velocity, NCV: 33-35 m/s! (25-50 m/s)"

"Action potential amplitude, APA: 100-108 mV! (90-130 mV)"

"Sensory nerve conduction velocity, SNCV: 55-57 m/s (40-60 m/s)"

"Motor nerve conduction velocity, MNCV: 56-58 m/s (40-60 m/s)"

...

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

Han Yunshen, Tong Yuan’an, and others began swallowing hard.

"Is this freaking cheating?" Hu Yi’s eyes widened like a frog’s!

"This is definitely cheating." As a professional hand surgeon who could understand the actual meaning of these parameters, Hu Yi was very certain in his tone.

Tong Yuan’an was shaken from his shock by Hu Yi’s words and then said, "Director Tan, Master, what Lu Cheng did wasn’t just a simple division, but multiple divisions of data."

"These parameters are too stable. He must have been mentally prepared in advance."

"I have a video of his operation here, confirming that all the operations were personally carried out by Lu Cheng himself."

Tan Zhongyuan and Zhou Yuhui remained relatively calm, considering their advanced age, unsuitable for extreme joy or sorrow.

"Test the other one again." Tan Zhongyuan immediately ordered.

The data from the second measurement also came out, with results quite similar to the first.

Tan Zhongyuan only took a glance before asking, "What did Lu Cheng say again? Is it that he doesn’t want the Union Hospital and Huashan Hospital teams to receive awards?"

Tong Yuan’an replied, "Yes, that reason is kind of screwed up."

The previously silent Zhou Yuhui gave a light slap on Tong Yuan’an’s chubby cheek, "What do you mean, that reason is screwed up?"

"Do you know what screwed up means? As long as it’s a reason, it’s a legitimate reason."

"Huh?" Tong Yuan’an was utterly baffled.

"That reason is good!~" Zhou Yuhui’s expression was serious, his tone unequivocally firm.