Chapter 92: Do You Know Ji Xiang?

Do it again!

If I can grind it, why wouldn't I?

Moreover, after a brief system crash, several different viewpoints reached a compromise; Ji Xiang felt a consensus must have been reached.

If there is a reward, naturally one must grind; Ji Xiang's brain isn't broken.

Bai Chuzhang said nothing, silently watching this young man who kept breaking records.

He wanted to verify a guess, even though this guess was very absurd.

One must know that Zhao Yuanzhang's record from back then was already outrageously high; wanting to go a step further when one is already at the peak is extremely difficult.

Zhao Tianjiao likely underwent specialized training; this was also part of Zhao Yuanzhang paving the way for his son.

The record was broken, and Zhao Tianjiao also left his name, but unfortunately, it only lasted for a short time of less than 20 minutes.

Perhaps some people will remember the second place; the description "the winner takes all" is not entirely accurate.

But who the hell can remember the fifth, sixth, seventh, or eighth place!

Ji Xiang is trying to turn the entire record board into his own name!

Just watch, Bai Chuzhang focused his attention on Ji Xiang's movements.

Ever since the second time began, Ji Xiang's movements had slowed down slightly; now Bai Chuzhang knew that his own assessment at the time had been wrong.

This young man was not exhausted or experiencing a decline in performance at all, but was deliberately restraining himself, wanting to trample Zhao Tianjiao's name into the mud... trample it into the reinforced concrete and bury it directly.

Bai Chuzhang did not want to think anymore; he waited quietly for the next round of Tying Knots to begin.

One minute later.

143 knots.

Ji Xiang refreshed his own record once again.

No surprises,

No astonishment,

Not a ripple of emotion.

The excitement, joy, and thrill of breaking a record were completely gone; now, not just Bai Chuzhang, but everyone at the scene knew that Ji Xiang was intentionally controlling his speed, breaking his own record by only one knot at a time.

Is there any point in doing this?

Perhaps there is.

The grand competition, which was supposed to end quickly, was extended indefinitely; everyone present was not impatient, but instead watched with great interest as Ji Xiang broke his own records.

They were all guessing where Ji Xiang's limit was.

Of course, this did not include Zhao Tianjiao.

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Victoria Andrology Hospital.

After the day's surgeries ended, Mo Chenggui and Wang Daxiao went to check on the patients together, communicated with the post-operative patients, told them the precautions, and confirmed that Li had not played any tricks by using microwave equipment on the patients.

Changing clothes to go home, both of them relaxed.

"Mo, Ji Xiang is free tomorrow, right?" Wang Daxiao asked vaguely, with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes squinting from the smoke.

"He should be," Mo Chenggui said, "but logically the competition should be over; why is there still no news? I thought Ji Xiang would be able to rush over by noon; this kid might be playing around."

Even Mo Chenggui didn't believe what he was saying.

But it was just a grand competition; although the word "grand" was added, no one cared. As for the competition itself, it was even more nonsense.

In their expectations, Ji Xiang should have come back to perform surgeries as soon as the competition was over.

Without Ji Xiang, the surgeries were all done much slower. Although a Surgeon doesn't care much about the speed of surgery, as long as the time doesn't double, it doesn't matter, but there was still a big difference depending on whether Ji Xiang was there or not.

"I'll ask," Wang Daxiao said with a smile, "Mo, do you guess Ji Xiang can bring back a first place?"

"Impossible," Mo Chenggui said very firmly, "The one from Zhao Yuanzhang's family should have already reserved the first-place spot."

"Tch, having to snatch even this little thing, what an ambition!" Wang Daxiao spat out a thick puff of smoke and said with disdain.

Mo Chenggui didn't speak.

Social rules are like this; no one can do anything about it.

"Hello, is this Yang Zhuren? This is Wang Daxiao." Wang Daxiao dialed the phone.

The voice on the other side of the phone was a bit blurry, then fell silent.

"Hello? Hello? Hello?" Wang Daxiao glanced at his phone and tapped it on his knee twice.

In recent years, more and more base stations have been built, and the signal is basically very good; even in enclosed spaces like elevators, there is a signal, so the memory of not being able to hear clearly on a call has been forgotten by people.

"Yang Zhuren, are you there?"

"I am here, Professor Wang, do you need something?"

The person on the other side spoke absentmindedly, as if his attention was not on Wang Daxiao.

Wang Daxiao was a bit puzzled; logically, Yang Zhuren on the other side should have greeted him warmly no matter what.

"Yang Zhuren, I heard you are a Judge for this grand competition? How did it turn out? Who is the individual first place? The team must be from your First Affiliated Hospital, right?"

Wang Daxiao asked as if he were being casual.

"It hasn't ended yet."

"!!!"

Wang Daxiao was stunned; it hasn't ended?

He glanced at the time.

It was already 2:30 PM, and the post-operative patients had all been observed for 4 hours and had gone home to rest; why hadn't it ended over there yet?

"Yang Zhuren, why is this grand competition so slow?" Wang Daxiao, with a cigarette in his mouth, chuckled and asked shamelessly, "Let me ask you about someone, how did Ji Xiang do?"

The name Ji Xiang was like a graphite bomb; the moment Wang Daxiao said it, the mobile phone and 5G network completely crashed.

The other end of the line fell into a state of silence.

Wang Daxiao felt today was a bit strange; the grand competition had dragged on and still hadn't ended, and the phone was causing trouble too, as if there were issues with the signal.

It looked like he should find time to file a complaint with Unicom, Mobile, and Telecom; what era was this, for the signal to still be intermittent, like it had prostatitis.

"Hello? Hello? Hello?"

"Wang Daxiao, who did you say?" After a short silence, Yang Zhuren suddenly asked in a rush from the other side of the phone.

"Ji Xiang, he didn't go, did he?"

"Damn it!" Yang Zhuren cursed, "You know him?"

"He's a Standardized Training Student in Mo's group, he was dragged off to participate in the grand competition, and all of today's surgeries were done by me and Mo," Wang Daxiao complained, "How is Ji Xiang doing?"

"Come see for yourself."

"What?"

"He is breaking his own record."

"Tying Knots? Isn't that Zhao Yuanzhang's record? It's been many years."

Wang Daxiao suddenly felt a stir in his heart and exchanged a look with Mo Chenggui. The two communicated with their eyes, roughly guessing what had happened.

"It hasn't been for a long time," Yang Zhuren said from the other side, "Ji Xiang has now raised the record to 170 times per minute."

"Damn it!"

Wang Daxiao also cursed.

Is Ji Xiang even human!

One minute, 170 times!

He knew Ji Xiang was good at surgery, but how could his Tying Knots be so fast!

"Come see for yourself."

"If I go now, the cucumber dish will already be cold."

"I think it's impossible, Professor Wang, come see for yourself," Yang Zhuren said, then hung up the phone.

"Mo, Ji Xiang is really promising!" Wang Daxiao beamed, as if he were praising his own son.

The wrinkles on his face were full, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"170 in a minute... how did Ji Xiang do it?" Mo Chenggui was somewhat dazed.

"The key is that Yang Zhuren told us to go take a look, but what time is it now? By the time we get there, the grand competition will be over."

Wang Daxiao glanced at the time; although he said that, he followed the suggestion, changed his clothes, and headed straight to the First Affiliated Hospital with Mo Chenggui.

(End of chapter)