Lo Jun thought his movements were seamless and incredibly fast, but in the eyes of Yan Feifan, whose mind was racing, they were barely faster than a crawling snail.
Yan Feifan effortlessly speared the second thread of tofu with a toothpick, again without touching the blue-and-white porcelain bowl.
Lo Jun was filled with admiration at this result.
"Xiaoyan, this single demonstration tells me everything I need to know. I now truly believe you have the skill to make your surgical concept a reality."
Lo Jun added with excitement, "The success of this surgical concept would undoubtedly lower the difficulty of many complex intraspinal tumor surgeries by one or two levels."
"This would be enough to send shockwaves through the world of neurosurgery."
Yan Feifan replied humbly, "It would be difficult to popularize, so it probably won't attract that much attention, will it?"
