Chapter 706: 695 The Yangtze's Rear Waves Push the Front Waves (Alliance Leader ynaB Bonus Chapter 2)

The assistant walked out of the operating room, saw Director Chen seated before the console, showed no surprise, treating him as if he were air—nonexistent.

He took off his mask and said, "I'll rest a bit; you think carefully about the procedure."

"Eh… it's a man… Director Chen heard the voice and realized it was actually a man."

After he removed his mask, Director Chen studied him closely; handsome with a hint of heroic vigor, he was indeed a man, not a woman—only his face was too perfect and delicate, causing Chen to mistake him for a girl.

What surprised Director Chen most was the content and tone of his conversation with Mu Tao.

This was the tone of a senior doctor; he was completely conducting a teaching surgery.

"Really… Mu Tao's skill has probably surpassed Wu Haishi's. And this young man before us is surely under thirty—what qualification does he have to give Mu Tao a teaching surgery?"

"Young man, who are you?" Director Chen asked in a low voice.

"Su Yun, from… 912 of Xiehe." Su Yun answered casually, then found a sofa and lay down on it.

"Mu Tao, bring the post-op patient up; call me when you need me, I'll nap a bit." Su Yun then shouted.

"912? So young? Looking at him, he's not even a doctoral student; he's probably just a graduate student."

"Su Yun, right? Who is your teacher?" Director Chen asked politely.

"My teacher? He's from Xiehe, retired due to illness. Now I follow Boss Zheng, next door…" His voice faded, and before he finished, Su Yun's snoring began.

Not loud, a faint snore.

But he fell asleep unusually fast and deep; one could tell he was exhausted to the point of insensibility, impossible to wake.

Director Chen rose doubtfully and entered the treatment room.

The door of the treatment room stood open; outside, a cart was pushed in, and with several volunteers' help, Mu Tao and the volunteers lifted the post-op patient onto the cart, then lifted the next patient up as well.

"Mu Tao, do you still know me?" Director Chen asked.

"You… you are Teacher Chen, right?" Mu Tao glanced and recognized him.

"Heh, it's rare that you still remember me."

"How could I forget? A few years ago I heard your lecture; it moved and inspired me greatly." Mu Tao said courteously while beginning to disinfect the patient.

"Who are you assisting with? I saw him tapping you with the hemostatic forceps." Director Chen, pressed for time, skipped pleasantries and voiced his doubt directly.

Mu Tao's oval forceps paused slightly, then he said willingly, "It's Assistant Su Yun of Dr. Zheng; after watching Dr. Zheng perform a surgery, I gained some insight. But now he has no time, being busy in the ER rescuing patients, so he sent his assistant to work with me and teach me how to do it."

"…" Director Chen froze.

Does Mu Tao's technique still need teaching? And instead of the surgeon coming, they sent just an assistant to instruct him?

This world is too crazy; Director Chen is utterly bewildered.

"Teacher Chen, you can go next door to the treatment room and see—Dr. Zheng's surgical skill is truly international‑first‑class." Seeing Director Chen's baffled, confused expression, Mu Tao gave a wry smile and said.

He had watched Zheng Ren perform one surgery, and could only watch that one. After all, he wasn't here to study; he was here to participate in earthquake relief.

Outside, so many patients await emergency surgery; wasting a minute is a crime!

Mu Tao felt regretful, and Zheng Ren noticed it too.

Thus he had Su Yun assist Mu Tao, incidentally teaching him surgical technique.

Regarding Su Yun, Zheng Ren had confidence.

This guy's surgery might be a bit slow, not reaching his own level, but for the kind of astonishing trait that one learns after just two viewings…

Teaching Mu Tao poses no problem.

Thus, the two treatment rooms in Pengxi Township Hospital's interventional catheter suite became Zheng Ren's solo surgery room, and Mu Tao and Su Yun shared another.

Director Jiang and his doctors and volunteers were responsible for transporting patients; everything ran smoothly, and the patient count plummeted rapidly.

Director Chen still didn't believe it, but this surgery was about to start, and Mu Tao politely asked him to leave.

He turned doubtfully and walked to another treatment room; the reason he had come to Pengxi Township Hospital had been completely forgotten by Director Chen.

This side was orderly; patient care and transfer were especially professional, clearly guided by an expert behind the scenes. Director Chen found he couldn't interject; at least not adding chaos was acceptable.

His mind was now full of question marks, one after another.

Years of clinical experience told him Mu Tao's level was already top‑notch, but hearing Mu Tao's words, it seemed Dr. Zheng's level was even higher, internationally first‑class?

Are today's young talents as common as cheap cabbage?

When did they start popping up like this?

Director Chen came to another treatment room; as he passed the lead door, it opened and a voice from inside called out, "Next!"

"Eh…" Director Chen estimated the time; it seemed not long since he last heard that voice.

Had he just finished a surgery?

Impossible.

Director Chen, full of doubts, silently watched Director Jiang and his team pull a patient out, applying pressure to stop the bleeding in the operating‑room hallway, and then bringing another patient onto the stage.

The hallway was already narrow; with two patients undergoing pressure hemostasis, it felt even more cramped and confined.

Yet Director Chen couldn't attend to that; he sat before the console screen, focusing intently on the surgery.

This surgery was far smoother than Mu Tao's.

As the contrast began, the microguidewire had already been sent outside the branch of the internal iliac artery; then angiography started to determine which vessel needed embolization.

Each super‑selective step was that smooth, with not a hint of hesitation.

Unlike Mu Tao's caution, what Director Chen felt was only pure proficiency.

"Skill comes from practice"—these four words describe a surgeon's operation most aptly.

In fact, once surgery reaches a certain stage, these four words can describe it; but reaching that stage is difficult.

Director Chen had worked over ten years and still hadn't reached it.

Even Wu Lao, Wu Haishi far away in Pengcheng, probably hadn't either.

Mu Tao, that mid‑career technical backbone, certainly hadn't.

Behind the lead glass, that young man—what gives him such proficiency?

The five branches of the internal iliac artery were each super-selectively embolized, and the surgery was performed without a single flaw.

Even if Old Director Chen took a magnifying glass, searched carefully, and used the most critical eye to look for flaws, he could only end up bitterly laughing in vain.

The surgery was truly excellent, Old Director Chen sighed, filled with emotion.

They say the waves behind push those ahead, yet I have already been slapped onto the beach.

But upon arriving at Pengxi Township Hospital, Old Director Chen realized that not only himself, but even Mu Tao, a young man in his thirties, had also been slapped onto the beach.