The junior sister painted him? Tao Zhijie's brain suddenly shut down for a second.
Some people couldn't wait to stick their heads out to see what Xie Wanying had done with Tao Zhijie's portrait.
Zhu Huicang turned around and looked at Cao Yong: What should I do? Someone painted Tao Zhijie?
Cao Yong smiled without saying a word with the two small dimples at the corners of his mouth, knowing that this was absolutely impossible.
Sure enough, there were no portraits in the notebook at all, only anatomical atlases.
"This painting is not an anatomy of a human face." Zhu Huicang, who saw it clearly, complained that Zhang Huayao's random talk made people nervous.
There are some nervous people, including Xie Wanying. She adjusted her breathing secretly and did not dare to speak out. Uncle Zhang is a top expert, so he can naturally tell what she is painting.
"Did I make a mistake? Look, is it you she drew?" When someone questioned, Zhang Huayao simply showed her notebook pages to Tao Zhijie to see who was talking nonsense.
Tao Zhijie's eyes passed over the picture drawn by his junior sister. Not surprisingly, what was drawn on the anatomical atlas should be a diagram of a patient's surgical path. When Zhang Huayao said that she drew him, he meant that what she drew was a commonly used surgery for him.
Path style.
He and Tan Kelin had different teaching styles and rarely interfered with students' own learning, so he had never read her notes. Now after taking a closer look, he found that what she drew really looked like the surgical idea diagram he would come up with.
Tao Zhijie's eyes were slightly surprised, thinking about when she would not only be able to understand his thoughts, but also seem to understand his techniques and ideas.
Telling her that he was easy to talk to, could it be that she just used him as her senior brother to cross the river?
"In addition to painting you, she seems to be painting another person." Zhang Huayao pinched the green stubble on his chin with his hand and continued to study the drawings drawn by Xie Wanying in depth.
The painting is too rough, with overlapping icons and symbols. It can be said that if the viewer does not have a scary look, he will not be able to see the reason at all.
This medical student doesn't look like he's taking notes, he's testing the teacher. Such thoughts flashed through Zhang Huayao's mind, and a smile settled in his deep eyes. Who is a medical student who can take the teacher's test? It can only be said that he is very outstanding.
This is an unrivaled rising star. This is obviously something worth pondering deeply.
Most of the people present were confused by Zhang Huayao's words. If Tao Zhijie hadn't remained silent and seemed to agree that what he said was right, everyone would have thought that this man was talking crazy.
While reading Xie Wanying's notebook, Zhang Huayao raised his head and looked at the faces of every doctor present, as if he was looking for another person painted by Xie Wanying. Soon, his eyes locked on Tan Kelin's face:
"It's you, Dr. Tan."
Hearing this man's words, Tan Lin's single eyelids under his long bangs narrowed: His proud disciple always likes to steal from his teachers, so it's not surprising that he can draw his surgical ideas. But what is she doing drawing him now? I'm afraid he
This teacher needs to think about it.
"Have you talked to her about this surgery?" Zhang Huayao asked about Tao Zhijie and Tan Kelin, wondering why Xie Wanying suddenly had the desire to draw them and draw them at the meeting.
There was no need to talk to her about this surgery. I had only asked her about Teacher Lu’s diagnosis before. Besides, this surgery was classified as a hepatobiliary surgery and involved cardiothoracic surgery. What was Tan Kelin thinking about doing this? He came to participate only as a representative of the whole hospital.
The surgical backbone was called to participate in the discussion.
