Ou Feng took a breath and hurriedly followed him into the elevator, suppressing his laughter.
What Dr. Tong said is true. Tonight, the other party explained to Dr. Tong again and again that they would not let Dr. Tong be too embarrassed in front of the patients. No one would believe it if Dr. Tong was too kind to them.
"You -" Cao Yong couldn't help but raise his hand holding the official bag, pointing at Senior Cool, and was a little speechless. After all, such a cool senior never looked like someone who was good at talking, so he might have been really stimulated tonight.
"Thank you, Doctor." Dr. Tong was cool and kept his attitude. He put his fingertips between his foreheads and waved to them both, "Let's make an appointment another day."
Xie Wanying received the words from her senior and decided to fight another day, and she should fight the opponent again soon.
Tonight's duel is just the first battle. It is just the first time that both sides test each other. Most of the exchanges are verbal, and it is just an armchair battle for the time being. A surgeon's true ability is reflected in the operating room.
Whether her diagnosis is correct, whether it is useful to the patient during surgery, and whether it can finally be put into practice during surgery, all need to be tested.
Dr. Tong may not be completely defeated.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly rose again.
Xie Wanying nodded to the senior.
When Tong Changbo saw her action, his sunglasses could not help but flash a sharp light: This young man is really not afraid of him.
In the next room, Fang Ze's team had packed up their things and came downstairs, waiting for the person involved to restore the scene of the duel.
After Tong Changbo took the elevator downstairs, he quickly met up with his friends outside the small hall.
A group of Fang Ze people walked in and asked Dr. Tong about his current situation: "What's the situation, Tong Changbo?"
"Where's this painting?"
As he said that, the colleagues who were eavesdropping all the way reached out and asked Tong Changbo for this hand-drawn anatomy diagram of key elements. All the young guys had no intuition and knew that the vague drawing contained important secrets.
The painting was at our place and belonged to someone else, so of course it was taken back.
If he came to the painting, a flash of anger flashed across Dr. Tong's cool eyebrows, aiming at Senior Yu Xiang.
"Director Zhai is his nephew." Dr. Tong told Zhai Yunsheng frankly. He said that Cao Yong was so frightened in preventing fire and theft that he showed that he was able to prevent my junior's head from falling off. Not only did he sneak away the anatomy paintings for me, but he also prevented him from doing so.
Let me take a few more looks.
It is difficult for Zhai Yunsheng to be a good person when he is caught between two people. To be honest, there is no reason for his nephew Cao Yong to be so wary of others.
Tong Changbo raised his eyebrows and gave instructions to his assistant: "Here you paper and pen."
When you are a junior, you will be so stupid that you expose yourself completely.
Ou Feng immediately took out a blank notebook and pen from his official bag and handed them to the teacher.
Dr. Tong opened the book and used the light at the hotel door to write a few strokes on the blank pages. Like Ma Liang's magic pen, he drew slowly and magically. Suddenly, an anatomical diagram appeared under the white paper.
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In addition, when my colleagues saw me drawing, they knew that I was like a printer, using my own brain and pen to copy what Xie had drawn.
Everyone gathered around the picture I copied and analyzed it and said: "I can tell that that person is not gifted in perceiving the eight-dimensional world."
They are a group of top experts in the study of the human brain in China, so it takes a lot of effort to observe what Mr. Xie's abilities are.
"Director Zhai, doesn't he have any other ideas?" Doctor Tong turned around and asked Zhai Yunsheng, who was a stranger to the client, with some respect.
