Chapter 32: This Kid is Incredible!

"Professor Zhou, look, I told you there's something wrong with Mo Jiaoshou here." Dean Li pointed at his own head and said to Professor Zhou.

"Heh, there is a great deal of disagreement in the industry about performing Extension Surgery as a cosmetic procedure," Professor Zhou laughed. "It's a personal choice, and I respect Mo Jiaoshou very much."

Seeing Professor Zhou speaking in vague terms, Dean Li smiled. "I'll be watching your handiwork today."

"I'll perform a few surgeries first, mainly to get familiar with the instruments and the nursing team."

Because Gu Lao did not trust a private hospital, he brought his own Anesthesia Doctor from the Imperial Capital. He had his student come first to check the situation, but Professor Zhou did not explain these things.

"Warm up a bit, and also let the people of the Provincial Hospital feel some warmth."

"You're too kind, you're too kind," Professor Zhou said politely.

Arriving at another Operating Room, Professor Zhou began to perform surgery.

Standing beside the operating table, Professor Zhou shed his previous academic gentleness, appearing as professional and sharp as an unsheathed blade.

Dean Li changed his clothes and stood beside Professor Zhou, watching this scene with a smile.

The more people who can come to Nan Ke Yi Yuan to perform surgery, the better; the bigger their names, the better.

It's not twenty years ago, when one could fool people just by flapping their lips.

Those were truly good days, Dean Li thought with some nostalgia.

Fortunately, he caught a good time, made his first pot of gold, then cleaned up his act and went legit, and now he could cooperate with big-name experts in the Urology Department through various means.

Just like Professor Zhou, young and strong, whose technical level could be called top-tier in the country.

To be able to find him to perform surgery... Dean Li's heart blossomed with joy.

The Patient is lucky, and he can feel at ease with the advertisements he put out. Plus, the profits from Extension Surgery are unimaginably high; he felt as if he saw a great river full of gold coins descending from the sky.

Watching Professor Zhou begin to pull the trigger of the stapler, Dean Li's eyes narrowed without him realizing it.

As for Mo Jiaoshou...

That stubborn fool, that old diehard, refusing to do the highly profitable Extension Surgery and only doing circumcisions—there's something wrong with his brain.

A surgery was completed very smoothly; Professor Zhou's surgery was so fast that Dean Li was stunned.

After more than an hour, 8 surgeries were completed; Professor Zhou was very satisfied with his own surgery.

"Professor Zhou, your surgery is truly masterful!" Dean Li praised.

"Circumcision with a stapler is the simplest surgical procedure itself, nothing worth bragging about," Professor Zhou laughed. "My boss doesn't like using staplers, so I generally don't use them when I'm at home."

"Gu Lao doesn't use staplers?"

"The boss always says he's old, that he has an old-fashioned mind and isn't willing to adapt," Professor Zhou said, taking off his surgical gown with a laugh. "But I think the boss has other meanings, I just haven't understood them yet."

"Gu Lao..." Dean Li had only said two words when he felt that no description was right, so he swallowed the rest of his words.

"The lights in the Operating Room are quite good, and the equipment is all new. I just took a look at the Anesthesia Machine and other equipment, and they are all quite good; I reckon the boss will like it," Professor Zhou said. "Dean Li has put in the effort."

"Hahaha." Dean Li couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Knowing that Gu Lao might come to perform surgery, I purchased new equipment in a desperate hurry; this really dipped into my family's savings."

"It's just one Operating Room," Professor Zhou said. "What about the other Operating Rooms? Are the conditions worse than this one?"

"A little worse, but not by much. For Gu Lao to come for surgery, I have been striving for perfection, not daring to have the slightest slack or negligence."

The two left the operating room, and just as they did, another Patient was being sent out of the adjacent Operating Room.

"That must be Mo Jiaoshou performing surgery," Professor Zhou asked casually.

It was just a circumcision, not some high-precision surgical procedure, so he couldn't be bothered to look.

"You are the last Patient; seeing so many people sent out safely, why are you still nervous?" the Nurse said to the Patient.

"I..."

Dean Li didn't catch what the Patient was explaining, but his footsteps faltered, and he stood rooted to the spot, completely stunned.

"Dean Li, what's wrong?" Professor Zhou asked.

"..."

Dean Li remained silent and did not answer Professor Zhou's question, but instead turned to look at the adjacent operating room.

Professor Zhou was not stupid; he guessed the truth of the matter from Dean Li's expression and the Nurse's words just now.

"How many surgeries are they doing over there today? Ten?" Professor Zhou asked quite relaxedly.

It was just a circumcision with a stapler; even if it was done fast, what could that prove?

The Surgery Level was too low; many ordinary doctors are immersed in this, so it's only natural to do it a bit faster.

Besides, Mo Jiaoshou had gone to the operating room with that Standardized Training Student earlier than he had.

So Professor Zhou estimated that they had done 9 surgeries and were doing the last one.

"19..."

When Dean Li said this, he didn't notice at all that his voice had already gone hoarse without him realizing it.

"..."

Professor Zhou was also stunned.

19 surgeries?

19 surgeries!

More than double what he had done, with a remainder to boot.

Impossible, this is simply impossible! Professor Zhou didn't believe it.

Mo Jiaoshou is an Attending Professor at the Second Affiliated Hospital; his level is not low, a fact that Professor Zhou Tianbo acknowledged.

Circumcision with a stapler doesn't have much technical content; Mo Jiaoshou is just skilled, so it's understandable that he's faster than him.

But!

It is absolutely impossible to be this much faster!

Professor Zhou's expression was the same as Dean Li's, also full of suspicion; he couldn't help but turn around and follow the Nurse and the Patient into the adjacent Operating Room.

"Relax."

Before Zhou Jiaoshou could enter the Operating Room, a familiar voice came from inside.

The young man who had just used a mecha to confront Dean Li was now gentle to his very core, as if a spring breeze were brushing against one's face.

"The surgery is very quick, very simple, and it will look quite aesthetically pleasing once it's finished," Ji Xiang reassured the Patient.

"Lie down."

"Why are you clutching your pants? How is the surgery supposed to be done?" the Nurse said.

"It's fine, no rush," Ji Xiang said gently. "If you're too embarrassed to let the Nurse prepare you, then I'll take your pants off for you. Actually, there's nothing to be embarrassed about; we are Doctors, and in the operating room, there is no gender."

"Don't listen to the nonsense from people online. People who look honest and upright in real life change their appearance once they get online; they grab spray bottles the moment they're born, and if their urine isn't yellow enough, they can't even out-spit others."

Hearing Ji Xiang spouting "gibberish" about something, Zhou Jiaoshou walked in slowly.

"Zhou Jiaoshou, are you finished on your side?" Mo Jiaoshou's mood had improved a lot after performing nearly twenty surgeries, and he greeted him with a smile.

Zhou Jiaoshou saw that Ji Xiang was chatting with the Patient, while Mo Jiaoshou was preparing the surgical instruments like an assistant.

That's backwards!

Zhou Jiaoshou was not familiar with Mo Chenggui, only having heard people say that Mo Chenggui was true to his name—stuck in his ways, inflexible, and extremely rigid.

How could he tolerate the assistant he brought along spouting nonsense and not working, while arranging for all the small tasks to be done by himself?

"Mo Jiaoshou, keeping busy, I see," Zhou Jiaoshou said casually after walking in.

He scanned the room, found the Nurse's record sheet, walked over, and picked it up.

The content written on the record sheet was different from the Anesthesia record sheets in large hospital operating rooms; it didn't list things like the Patient's vital signs, but rather the serial numbers of the instruments used.

Private hospitals are becoming more and more standardized.

1, 2, 3... until he counted to 19, Zhou Jiaoshou's eyelids couldn't stop twitching.

He wasn't sure, so he checked the time again.

The time was very clear; the surgery had only started after they had met.

The smile on Zhou Jiaoshou's face vanished, and he became serious.

He was a favored son of heaven, having once placed first in the national Professional Medical Examination with nearly a perfect score.

If it weren't for his family's financial difficulties and the urgent need to start working to supplement the household income, getting a postgraduate degree would have been like child's play.

Even if he spoke politely on the surface, that was only because Gu Lao had told him too many times to hide his edge; this did not mean his arrogance was any less than when he was young.

A serious Zhou Jiaoshou was somewhat terrifying; Dean Li stood beside him, feeling that oppressive aura, and felt his own breathing become much more difficult.

Zhou Jiaoshou stood in the best spot with focused attention, preparing to "appreciate" Mo Chenggui's surgery.

However, all his expectations fell into a void.

"Scars are a man's medals; do you know which one is the shiniest?" Ji Xiang said with a smile, looking at the Patient.

Mo Chenggui was not acting as the surgeon, but was quietly standing to the side as an assistant, which made Zhou Jiaoshou somewhat confused.

It was also possible that Mo Chenggui was using the last surgery as a reward to give that young man named Ji Xiang more motivation.

However, the next second, Zhou Jiaoshou overturned his own thought.

He saw Ji Xiang chatting with the Patient while skillfully installing the stapler.

His movements were so proficient that even without looking, the speed at which he installed the stapler was faster than anyone Zhou Jiaoshou had ever seen.

Ji Xiang was like a professional soldier, or even more like a top-tier assassin; all of this was deeply engraved in his bones, as if he had practiced it countless times.

This detail alone sent a chill through Zhou Jiaoshou's heart.

As for what Ji Xiang was saying, he didn't hear a word of it.

The surgery was done very quickly, super quickly; Ji Xiang chatted with the Patient while completing the Anesthesia and finishing the Circumcision with the stapler.

It looked somewhat careless, but Zhou Jiaoshou knew that the entire surgery was under Ji Xiang's control.

Zhou Jiaoshou even saw that he wasted 12 seconds at the end observing whether there was any bleeding at the frenulum position.

Some people perform surgery quickly by skipping steps, fast but hurried, making the observer feel annoyed and disdainful.

Yet Ji Xiang's surgery was both fast and steady; every move and every style was methodical—where it should be fast, it was fast like a gust of wind; where it should be slow, it was steady like an old dog with no teeth, curled up in a corner basking in the sun.

This kid is extraordinary!

If nothing else, his hand speed was superhuman; a hand speed that couldn't be trained even after fifty years of being single appearing in a young man was even more strange and inexplicable.

Zhou Jiaoshou was like a lion king facing a Challenge, his hair standing on end, filled with vigilance and excitement.

"The surgery is done; just follow what I said after you get home," Ji Xiang said with a smile to the Patient after finishing the surgery. "By the way, definitely don't watch videos of trimming donkey hooves."

(End of this chapter)