Chapter 873: 857 You Can't Even Compare to His Assistant (Alliance Leader cws6682 Bonus Chapter 3)

Jin Yao Wu's pupils constricted, then dilated, and the light reflex disappeared instantly.

The shock in his heart triggered electrical fluctuations in the cerebral cortex, even affecting the operation of the central nervous system.

In an instant, Jin Yao Wu even faintly heard his worldview shatter, falling to the ground with a crackling sound.

A pelvic fracture interventional embolization procedure takes fifteen Minutes? This is bullshit. Jin Yao Wu really wants to touch Mu Tao's forehead to see if he's feverish, how can he spout nonsense like that?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. Jin Yao Wu finally concluded that Mu Tao was just spouting nonsense, joking.

"You don't believe me? Actually, I didn't believe it at first either." Mu Tao smiled, recalling that time in Pengxi Xiang.

Back then it felt especially hard; not to mention sleeping, even eating a meal was a luxurious indulgence.

But after returning to Pengcheng, Mu Tao often dreams of himself performing Shou Bing in the Operating Room in Pengxi Xiang.

That memory, Mu Tao feels he will never forget it in his lifetime.

Rushing to aid the nation, he unexpectedly encountered Zheng Lao Ban and that sharp-tongued assistant. Under the clack of the Hemostatic Forceps, Mu Tao knew his skill had enhanced a major realm.

If one were to say that Jin Yao Wu, sitting opposite before, was roughly on par with me, then now Jin Yao Wu is completely incomparable to me.

But it seems Jin Yao Wu still doesn't know.

Talking about Zheng Lao Ban? He can't even keep up with the assistant who rarely does Interventional surgery for Zheng Lao Ban. And as for that sharp-tongued assistant, if his skill were half his mouth...

But this conclusion is too discouraging; Mu Tao isn't Su Yun, he wouldn't say that.

It seems Jin Yao Wu still hasn't figured out the situation; Mu Tao sighed inwardly.

"Did you watch the Surgery live broadcast this morning?" Mu Tao asked doubtfully.

"I watched." Jin Yao Wu said.

Mu Tao fell silent again.

He was completely bewildered.

With Jin Yao Wu's level, if he had watched the Surgery live broadcast, he should know how big the gap is; why would he sit here complaining to me? Shouldn't he humbly seek advice and study seriously instead?

Could he be joking with me?

"This morning's Surgery live broadcast, I highly doubt it's academic fraud." Jin Yao Wu sneered: "Mu Tao, you've done TIPS Surgery; you know the process."

Mu Tao helplessly nodded.

"One needle and it's done? You still dare to livestream, not afraid of problems—do you think that's possible? Not to mention TIPS Surgery, even for Gallbladder Removal Surgery, which big shot in general surgery would dare to livestream?" Jin Yao Wu voiced his doubt.

Saying it's academic fraud outright could only be said in this small room; if spoken outside, Jin Yao Wu would also have to consider the impact and Teacher Pei's attitude.

After all, Zheng Ren was promoted by Teacher Pei, which is why he's risen smoothly all the way.

But what he said makes sense; this is also Mu Tao's doubt.

Not mentioning TIPS Surgery, which relies on luck, which big shot would dare to livestream? Really not afraid of messing up?

"Yaowu, don't talk nonsense." Mu Tao pondered for a few seconds, then said slowly: "I believe in Zheng Lao Ban."

"You..." Jin Yao Wu coldly stared at Mu Tao and asked: "You don't want the position of chairman of the National Intervention Organizing Committee? You don't want to be an academician of the Engineering Academy? From now on you'll be shorter than others, looking up to Zheng Ren's breath to get by."

"It's not that serious; Zheng Lao Ban wouldn't do that." Mu Tao laughed: "China is so big; just doing my own Shou Bing well is enough, isn't it?"

"You're dead set on learning TIPS Surgery?"

"Yeah. It was agreed; after returning from the front lines, I'll come to study." Mu Tao said lightly.

"You'll know once you go." Jin Yao Wu said: "You have to sign documents; for any TIPS Surgery performed in the next three years, you must fill out forms and keep records according to the Nobel Prize application requirements. In my view, that's basically a contract of servitude!"

"Oh?" Mu Tao's heart stirred; could Zheng Ren really aim to win the Nobel Prize this year? It's already several months in—review starts in August, results come out in October; time is too tight!

Mu Tao doesn't know how many Shou Bing are needed as samples; anyway, involving the Nobel Prize, it's definitely a massive amount of Shou Bing data.

"If you want to go, go; I'm returning to Modu." Jin Yao Wu said contemptuously.

"I'll go check it out. Even doing this work seems nothing much; it's still better than Zheng Lao Ban not teaching TIPS Surgery." Mu Tao said earnestly.

"I really don't know what to say about you." Jin Yao Wu sprang up, saying sternly: "I'll wait and see, looking forward to Zheng Ren's Surgery live broadcast failing. I don't believe it—could anyone have all Shou Bing succeed? Mu Tao, this is just a scam, a gimmick! The one being deceived is someone like you, an honest person."

Mu Tao looked at the coffee in front of him, didn't take a sip, thought quietly, and said: "Based on my understanding of Zheng Lao Ban, he wouldn't deceive anyone."

"..." Jin Yao Wu stared in astonishment; how could Mu Tao be so stubborn, no matter what I say, he's obstinate?

We have nothing in common; not even half a sentence matches.

Jin Yao Wu flicked his sleeves and left, leaving Mu Tao alone, quietly looking at the latte before him.

Too arrogant—you can't even keep up with his assistant. Mu Tao felt this in his heart but didn't say it; saying it would be too offensive.

Mu Tao pondered for a while, didn't leave, but took out his phone, found the video of Zheng Ren's Surgery live broadcast from yesterday, and watched it again.

The Shou Bing was simple and unadorned.

Each step was very plain; there were no flashy maneuvers, nor any step I couldn't understand.

But doing it step by step, the final result was another world altogether.

Mu Tao spent a day watching countless Shou Bing videos, yet the outcome was——he still couldn't understand.

If there were some bizarre maneuver, not understanding it would be fine; but every step is clear, yet how the Shou Bing ultimately succeeded, Mu Tao still doesn't get it.

Putting away his phone, Mu Tao looked at the latte and smiled.

He stood up, pulled up his suitcase, turned and left.

Since we've come to study, let's study well. If Zheng Lao Ban needs Shou Bing volume, helping him out a bit—what's wrong with that?

No matter how you say it, we're comrades-in-arms who fought side by side in Pengxi Xiang.

Recalling the lonely figure of himself alone standing in another Shujian, Mu Tao's feelings became somewhat different.

Both familiar and strange.

Later, Zheng Renhe and Su Yun left Pengxi Xiang, and Mu Tao continued working there for a little over a week.

Patients came in intermittently; Mu Tao could handle them himself.

But when he performed Shou Bing, a certain wrist angle operation would remind him of that honest practitioner and the sharp-tongued assistant.

He called a car, and Mu Tao arrived at 912.

Coming back here, everything has changed, people are no longer the same. Zheng Lao Ban is making rapid progress; I can't let him get too far ahead of me.

Mu Tao steadied his mind, stretched his neck, and entered the 912 Inpatient Department building.