Her last assignment disappointed him a bit. An intern with no significant medical experience actually acted like an old doctor by relying on intuition—equating to admitting that she was useless. If you cannot answer, you cannot answer; can't you just admit to your incompetence?
Teacher Lu glanced at his face, seemingly piercing through his hidden calculations, and snorted. The same old saying, her proud and favored adoptive son was only lacking a proper sorting out by someone.
*
The next day.
Early in the morning, around six or seven o'clock, more than a hundred people from the Pharmacy College and the Research Institute showed up en masse at the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department, all concerned about Teacher Lu's bed.
Everyone knew that today's surgery might be a life-and-death ordeal for Teacher Lu. They all surrounded Teacher Lu's bed, keeping a close and worried watch over her.
