The people standing around, including Doctor Mo, were all dumbfounded.
This Student Xie seemed as miraculous as Boss Zhang. This thought flashed through Du Mengenâs mind involuntarily.
"Well, is it ready yet?"
The group of stunned individuals in the room heard the voice at the door of the operating room, snapped back to reality, and turned around, only to notice that the chief surgeon and others were preparing to enter.
Standing at the door, boldly asking that question was Shim Youhuan. Seeing the people inside with unusual expressions, he raised an eyebrow: "Whatâs up? What happened?"
Du Haiwei, Du Yeqing, and the others who followed behind also expressed in their gazes a "hmm" sound: the atmosphere felt a bit strange.
Doctor Moâs face was full of embarrassment, uncomfortably admitting that his previous angle adjustment was too rudimentary, entirely incomparable to Student Xieâs meticulousness, resulting in an improper adjustment.
It turns out that adjusting the position canât be done in a one-size-fits-all manner.
Whether the doctorâs technical work can reach a miraculous level that evokes praise depends on the details achieved.
"Yingying, what did you do?" Shim Youhuan walked in, pointed at the young apprentice and asked. His narrowed bright eyes scanned her face, easily guessing it was the masterpiece of the young apprentice.
"Nothing." Xie Wanying shook her head, saying she did nothing except help Teacher Mo adjust a position.
Just helping with an adjustment could result in a scene that amazed people. Shim Youhuan laughed heartily.
Having such a student makes a teacher proud, Du Haiwei smiled, telling Xie Wanying and Student Geng: "Go wash your hands."
The surgery was about to start. The assistants hurried to take their places.
Xie Wanying and Geng Yongzhe walked out to follow Teacher Zuo to wash their hands. Then they disinfected and set up.
The chief surgeon took the stage, other assistants got into position, and the Cesarean Section began at the scheduled time.
Inside the room, cardiologists from both cardiothoracic and cardiac departments stood by.
Soon after, the neonatal team arrived, pushing the cart prepared to transport the baby along with the necessary rescue equipment.
Zhang Huayao, the leader, was the last to arrive. Just stepping into the operating room, his sharp, eagle-like eyes swept over the numbers on the monitor and immediately narrowed into curved lines.
The leader arrived, and his expression showed an intriguing visual. Shim Youhuan and Du Yeqing, standing beside, saw this and smiled silently.
"Doctor Mo."
Hearing the leader call, Doctor Moâs body trembled, he turned to Zhang Huayao: "Director Zhang, youâre here."
Zhang Huayaoâs hand patted down on his shoulder: "Well done."
The patientâs hemodynamics remained quite stable during the anesthesia surgery.
Doctor Moâs back poured with sweat: this wasnât his doing.
"Keep it up." Zhang Huayao encouraged and required him, indicating that he wants the cardiac surgery to be equally stable when the time comes.
Doctor Mo wanted to plead his case right there, his mouth slightly opening yet not knowing how to explain.
Other informed people, hearing Zhang Huayaoâs words, nearly laughed themselves to fainting.
"Does your uncle really not know or is he pretending not to?" Du Mengen quietly asked Zhang Shuping. It seemed unlikely that someone as sharp as Zhang Huayao wouldnât notice something peculiar.
His uncle was that kind of person, always leaving people guessing whether Zhang Huayaoâs words were a joke or serious. Zhang Shuping blinked quickly, unable to answer Duâs question.
Standing next to the anesthesiologist, Zhang Huayaoâs eyes began inspecting the progress of the Cesarean Section.
If many things have the logistical support done well, the operating surgeons will find it much smoother.
Opening time was less than fifteen minutes, and the fetus was almost out.