Chapter 4212 【301】Roll Call

The terrifying boss has such a terrifying vision that he doesn’t let you actually try any technique, he only lets you learn how to use it. Even the most basic techniques can expose your trump card.

Outside the operating room, Dr. Pan Shihua, who had just arrived, was washing his hands quickly.

Wei Shangquan asked him softly: "Are you alone?"

During the previous phone call, two unexpected bosses scared his classmate Wei, and he felt that his classmate Wei had done something serious wrong.

Pan Shihua took the opportunity to educate him: "Wouldn't you make inquiries first when you call?"

Mature working people will first inquire about the situation on the other side before talking about their own problems on the phone. God knows if there is a leader standing on the other side. Like this time, it turned into self-destruction.

Doctor Wei Shangquan sighed, thinking that his stupid rich second generation brain compared to Song Mao would most likely be laughed at by Song Mao again: Can you be considered a rich second generation, Wei Fool?

"They turned a corner and went to the emergency department." Dr. Pan Shihua said.

Thanks to Dr. Duan Sanbao in the emergency department. I don’t know if he had a tacit understanding. He called the leader away midway to help them avoid disaster.

"What's the situation inside?"

"You come alone, Yingying is planning to have two holes?"

"may be."

"Have you already made plans?"

Master Xie should have made plans in advance when he discovered that things had changed.

A surgeon must take care of all aspects of the operation, including the planning of the assistant, and make adjustments to the surgical plan at any time.

"If you can't come, what will Yingying do?"

In response to this, Dr. Pan Shihua walked into the operating room and confidently replied: "Am I here?"

No matter what happens, it is impossible to leave classmate Xie alone. There had just been no call from classmate Wei, and he was ready to come back.

"Yingying tried to make this guy a mirror holder before." Wei Shangquan tried to slap him in the face.

Dr. Pan Shihua showed a sweet smile.

What? Who dreams of being an assistant to Chief Xie?

Master Xie is not playing tricks on anyone, he is like a big boss who has a deep purpose.

Junior Brother Mi's technical level at Guozhi can be said to represent the technical level of this year's new generation of Guozhi doctors. Now that Master Xie is a thorough member of the National Association, he cannot personally test the true quality of his opponent's juniors.

The reason why their class is called the golden generation is because the technical standards of many students are on par with Xie's.

"Yingying and I said before that we would rather you try to be her assistant." Dr. Pan Shihua's words were the best recognition and encouragement to Student Wei.

No matter how you are a member of our class, even if you are not a surgeon with a knife, you are still better than the current junior brothers and sisters.

The biggest difference between juniors and classmates is that their classmates consider and compete with Xie as an opponent, while juniors and juniors worship Xie as an idol and a god.

The difference between the two lies in their respective psychological states. The former believes that the two are on equal footing. The latter thought he could never reach Senior Sister Xie's height, so how could he work hard to reach Senior Sister Xie's technical standards.

Like now, Junior Brother Mi Wenlin cuts down with one stroke, but the depth is not accurate enough and requires Chief Xie to make up for it.

In their class, even if Wei's first shot like this was done, it wouldn't be so bad.

What it boils down to is that most clinical medical teachers, including the expert teachers at Guozhi, treat young medical students with assessment standards that are far less stringent than their classmates treat themselves.

Would it be better for Junior Sister Mi to insist on hanging out in the National Association?

"Siran, come up."

Being called upon by Senior Sister Xie, Mi Siran felt that her fists were filled with strength and she was ready to go.

Thank you for your support, good night, dear friends~