Chapter 740: 729 How Big the Gap Is Depends on One's Mood

Su Yun was observing whether bubbles were emerging in the warm saline when he heard the voice and knew who it was.

He didn't lift his head, asking, "Old Lu?"

"Er..." the person who came in was stunned. He hadn't expected that after a brief encounter years ago, upon meeting again he would know who he was without even lifting his head.

If Zheng Ren were here, he would surely be embarrassed.

Even face to face, Zheng Ren would definitely not know who the other person was, while Su Yun could tell just by the voice.

"You don't even call out to Yun Ge'er? Still Su, what Su?" Su Yun kept his eyes on the water surface, judging whether the bubbles were coming from the lungs or from gas accumulated in the chest cavity.

This is quite a test of skill, but for Su Yun it poses no difficulty at all.

The person who just rushed over is a doctor here, Lu Zewei. He is a doctor of cardiothoracic surgery from Huaxi, and after graduating he has been at the Provincial Hospital for several years, about to lead a team.

"Yun Ge'er, how did you come here?" Hearing Su Yun's sarcastic tone, Lu Zewei wasn't angry but replied with an apologetic smile.

"I went up front, just came down." Su Yun said while using lung forceps to clamp the lower lobe of the left lung, accurately finding two missed tears on the back and beginning to suture.

Lu Zewei wasn't surprised, taking it for granted, and said: "If I had known you, Yun Ge'er, were here, I would have just slept a bit longer downstairs. These past days have exhausted me."

"I'm just up here to help; I have another surgery soon." While speaking, the suture had already closed the two tears, the needle holder appearing like magic in Su Yun's palm, cutting the thread with a flourish.

Zheng Ren also uses this technique, but his application is more plain, not as flashy as Su Yun's, only slightly faster in speed.

"Huh?" Lu Zewei was stunned for a moment.

He thought, you're a thoracic doctor, not doing thoracic surgery—what are you doing instead?

Although he thought that, Lu Zewei did not say it out loud.

This Yun Ge'er before him has tremendous skill, but his temper isn't great; that sharp, sarcastic mouth of his is well known among young doctors.

After not seeing each other for years, his words are still this sharp and biting, and Lu Zewei fell silent.

After inflating the lungs again, Su Yun said: "Close the chest, change position."

"There still seem to be bubbles..." Shao Hua, Chief Shao, had just said half a sentence when he felt someone push him from behind.

Was it Professor Lu? What did he mean?

Shao Hua couldn't judge the specific situation, so he remained silent.

After all, Lu Zewei was about to lead a team, belonging to the ranks of senior doctors; on the operating table, his word was final.

"Alright, you came up, I'll close the chest and go down; the boss's surgery is probably already finished." Su Yun began suturing to close the chest.

"Oh? Yun Ge'er, you came with the boss? I heard you later went back to your hometown?"

"Yeah, back then I didn't want to be a doctor, felt unmotivated. Finding a place to just get by and wait to die was fine. But in my hometown I met my boss, and now I'm at 912." Su Yun chatted while closing the chest.

Lu Zewei felt moved inside, looking at that person—a graduate student, the top tertiary hospitals in the Imperial Capital were like his own backyard to him; he could come and go as he pleased.

Long ago, he heard from classmates in the Imperial Capital that Su Yun hadn't stayed there, refusing all attempts to keep him and returning home. At the time he felt rather regretful; the rising star of thoracic surgery, just fallen like that?

But he hadn't expected that the person would say he's returning and actually do so—unlike himself, who couldn't even stay at Huaxi and could only come to the Provincial Hospital to become a team-leading professor.

However, Hai Cheng... what famous thoracic surgeon could a small city like that have?

Lu Zewei felt some doubt.

Five or six minutes later, the chest closure was finished; Su Yun had the anesthetist inflate the lungs, glanced at the chest bottle, then took off his gloves and stepped down.

"Old Lu, let's grab a drink when we're done." Su Yun patted Lu Zewei on the shoulder and then walked out of the operating room.

Lu Zewei gave a bitter smile, not daring to respond.

Change position, switch from the left chest to the right chest, then reopen the table.

Only when the chest was opened did Chief Shao have time to ask: "Professor Lu, that person just now looked very young—who is he?"

"Hey!" Lu Zewei let out a hey and fell silent.

"..." Chief Shao felt something was off, but couldn't pursue the question.

Only after the chest was fully opened did Lu Zewei say: "He's a research student from Xiehe, hailed as the rising star of thoracic surgery in the Imperial Capital. A few years ago I was still working on a project at Huaxi when I met him."

"A rising star? The people of the Imperial Capital really like to boast."

"I wouldn't dare speak nonsense." Lu Zewei cautiously turned his head, glanced to see Su Yun wasn't there, then solemnly said: "This person must not be offended; keep your voice down when you speak."

"Huh? Does he have backing?"

"No, it's just that his surgical skill is so good it's beyond imagination." Lu Zewei sighed and said: "Don't think just because he's a research student—back when he wanted to leave the Imperial Capital, many professors would have waived exams to take him on as a doctoral candidate. But he wasn't interested; he just said he was leaving and left."

"And what's so special about that? There are plenty of doctoral candidates who get exam waivers." Shao Hua muttered to himself.

"Saying too much, you wouldn't believe it anyway. In the surgery just now, you followed along—what do you think the difference in skill between us two is?" Lu Zewei asked.

"His skill is indeed higher than mine..."

"If you ever come into contact with him in the future, you'll find that no matter the surgery, his skill is higher than yours—sometimes just a little, sometimes a lot. Exactly how much higher depends on his mood. But no matter the gap, you simply can't catch up." Lu Zewei seemed to be recounting a sad past event.

"Hurry up, don't space out." Lu Zewei urged: "Later I'll go see which boss he came with—I'm really curious. You say, what kind of famous expert could a place like Hai Cheng have?"

"Where is Hai Cheng?" Shao Hua stared blankly.

Lu Zewei shook his head and sped up his hand movements.

Curiosity overcame fatigue; he refreshed his spirit, performing one surgery cleanly and sharply, almost exerting 120% of his ability.

However, judging by the operation time, compared to Su Yun there is still a gap.

After finishing the surgery, Lu Zewei took advantage of the interval, removed his gloves, took off the sterile surgical gown, and went from operating room to operating room looking for him.

Not there…… not there…… still not there……

Only the two innermost hybrid operating rooms remained; Lu Zewei was somewhat puzzled. Normally hybrid ORs are used by orthopedics or vascular surgery—could this Yun Ge'er have switched specialties?

He was very doubtful; after reviewing everything, he still didn't feel he had missed anything.

He said he came with the boss, so he must be assisting. From the outside view, one can see the surgeon's back and the assistant's front.

Besides that, Su Yun's face—even with a cap and mask—can be easily recognized. In today's terms, that means extremely high recognizability.

Walking up to the hybrid operating room, Lu Zewei absentmindedly glanced in and just happened to see Su Yun lowering his head to perform surgery.

"Er..." Is it really a hybrid surgery?

He saw the instrument nurse was also inside, knew he hadn't crossed the line, and hurriedly walked in through the door of the operating room.