Chapter 1352: with translation of chapter title

Zhu Liangchen sat in the office, foolishly staring at the computer screen, countless thoughts intertwined in his mind, but finally became a blank.

The major commotion in the opposite ward made his five viscera burn.

But there was no way, not a single way.

He was only regretting, this all should have belonged to him, not Zhou Chun Yong!

Early in the morning, Kong Lao Da called and told him that Zhou Chun Yong personally came to pick up Zheng Lao Ban.

Kong Lao Da seriously described Zhou Chun Yong's condition.

Standing at the ward entrance, let alone the doctor's office, he didn't even enter the ward door. His waist slightly bent, showing an attitude of utmost respect.

These descriptions were already enough.

Lao Zhou this is…

Zhu Liangchen sat in the office, inwardly cursing countless times the sycophant, shameless!

But finally he slumped down, knowing he was wrong, wrong from the start.

Speaking of keen sense of smell, I am not inferior to Zhou Chun Yong.

Earthquake Relief ended, Kong Lao Da returned from the front line, and I went to his door. But later what exactly happened, how did I and Zheng Lao Ban grow further apart?

Zhu Liangchen made countless reflections.

Time trickled by, the image appearing on the computer screen was that of the Xinglin Yuan Surgery Livestream Room.

The operator was operating skillfully; given Zhu Liangchen's understanding of Zhou Chun Yong, he knew Director Zhou's Shou Bing level had made significant Progress in just half a month.

I had unknowingly been left behind.

He quietly watched the image on the screen, the Hemostatic Forceps repeatedly striking the operator's radial styloid.

In Zhu Liangchen's view, the Hemostatic Forceps were somewhat harsh, and sometimes he thought it was intentional.

The young man holding the Hemostatic Forceps was displaying his majesty!

Those details were utterly insignificant, even completely unnecessary.

But the operator showed no resistance at all, appearing a bit cowardly. If not knowing the operator was definitely Zhou Chun Yong, Zhu Liangchen would never believe it.

An image appeared in his mind.

In the Interventional surgery room, Zhou Chun Yong had a kind and benevolent look, a humble expression, allowing the Hemostatic Forceps to strike his radial styloid. Being struck, he still had to say it was well done…… Is this a master striking a disciple?

Such an action, which Zhu Liangchen saw as humiliating, Zhou Chun Yong actually took pleasure in. Could I be wrong? Zhu Liangchen gazed at the computer screen, pondering.

What level is Zhou Chun Yong at; I need to understand him better than he does.

As an "enemy", Zhu Liangchen had carefully studied Zhou Chun Yong's Shou Bing, countless times!

Every minor flaw, every detail that could cause Shou Bing failure, Zhu Liangchen knew them thoroughly.

But these flaws and details are gradually disappearing.

This is not the main point; with that young Zheng Lao Ban striking, Zhou Chun Yong making Progress is expected.

But what about next?

In Zhou Chun Yong's technique, he added many small details that seemed completely unnecessary to me.

At first glance, these details seem utterly unnecessary; Zhu Liangchen's first feeling is that they increase the tediousness of Shou Bing operation, which would shorten his career.

After all, we are both around fifty; bodily function decline is inevitable.

But the surgery just past, when Zhu Liangchen looked it up again, gave him a feeling of natural perfection.

While watching the Surgery live broadcast, the Shou Bing process became fragmented due to the Hemostatic Forceps striking.

But if focus is placed on the image, and the segments struck by the Hemostatic Forceps are removed, the overall Shou Bing is almost perfect!

Is this the significance of being struck by the Hemostatic Forceps?

Zhu Liangchen's hands trembled slightly.

He also longed for Progress; only Progress can make him invincible.

Having grappled with Zhou Chun Yong for so many years, the outcome was undecided, because their Technique levels were similar. Zhou Chun Yong was arrogant and domineering, Zhu Liangchen was not inferior to him.

Whether it's hard power or soft power competition, they are hard to distinguish.

Although Zhu Liangchen was slightly at a disadvantage, in this level of combat, this weakness is nothing.

But with the appearance of Zheng Lao Ban, the balance began to tilt. Moreover, it tilted with acceleration, making Zhu Liangchen extremely anxious.

Regret?

That is already meaningless.

Past events are past; no matter how much I regret, it's useless.

What to do next, Zhu Liangchen knows this is something he should consider.

In a moment, Zhu Liangchen even had the impulse to resign directly and go to Zheng Lao Ban's Medical Team at 912 to study wholeheartedly.

There, there is only Shou Bing.

Kong Lao Da said, the Community Hospital is under renovation. One hundred beds, and can almost unlimitedly add beds.

In other words, in a month, Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing volume at 912 will surpass the sky. In the country, none can compare.

Even the Intervention Department of the universe's largest rural hospital cannot be compared with Zheng Lao Ban.

I certainly have done Shou Bing in the past; this is beyond doubt.

Whether it's Technique level or Kong Lao Da's connections, Zheng Lao Ban will look at me differently.

But this thought only appeared for a moment, then Zhu Liangchen snuffed it out.

After enduring many years, I barely managed to withstand Zhou Chun Yong and rise to the position of Director of Di Du's Hepatobiliary Intervention Department Two. Now to give up all this and start over?

Impossible!

Zhu Liangchen knows he lacks that courage.

Perhaps twenty years ago, with a hot-headed rush, I would have gone; at worst, start over.

But now, I am already fifty……

What should I do?

Whenever I think of this problem, Zhu Liangchen's mind is filled with Zhou Chun Yong's fawning, sycophantic face.

Not to mention resident doctors, even the family physicians and even the team-leading professor rarely get to see Zhou Chun Yong's smiling face.

His naturally gloomy face seems to completely disappear in front of the young Zheng Lao Ban, as if he had become a different person.

MD!

Whenever Zhu Liangchen thinks of Zhou Chun Yong standing at the entrance of the 912 Intervention Department ward, waist slightly bent at five degrees, with an utterly respectful demeanor, he feels angry inside.

If he can do it, why can't I?

This belief supported Zhu Liangchen in improving his technique, and he eventually managed to carve out half of the world from Zhou Chun Yong's hands.

And now, this belief appears again.

Face? That doesn't matter. Face is given by others, not something you stick on yourself.

Zhu Liangchen closed his eyes and stopped watching the surgery live broadcast.

At his level, seeing this far is enough. To make further progress, he needs that hemostatic forceps to constantly strike his wrist, needing the pain stimulation from the radial styloid bone to upgrade.

Alright then, Zhu Liangchen stood up, his gaze becoming calm and gentle.

Struggle and hesitation vanished; all that remained was the firm belief he had held when he stubbornly resisted Zhou Chun Yong several years ago.

He put on the white coat and adjusted himself in the mirror.

He wanted to show a smile, but his facial muscles were stiff. Zhu Liangchen furrowed his brow slightly, placed both hands on his face, and pulled out a smile.

Yes, just like that!

"Woof!" Zhu Liangchen barked at the mirror.