Chapter 193: She is her, you are you
The looks in the eyes of the circle of teachers around them spoke volumes.
Having spent several days together, Huang Zhilei knew this little junior sister was extraordinary—not like other book-smart top students. She could memorize, but even more impressively, she could perform practical tasks. Her hands-on abilities were incredibly strong, unlike that of a typical girl.
However, her calm and swift performance today had once again been an eye-opener for him.
This was the epitome of a standard surgical operation. A surgical move must encompass the awareness of an excellent surgeon. If one cannot even observe properly, then what’s the point of trying to undo “that damn” suture?
Had his little junior sister subconsciously already grasped how to be a good surgeon?
It seemed highly likely. After all, from the beginning, she picked up the forceps and scissors first. It was only after inspecting the wound and feeling something was amiss that she turned back to moisten the wound, without anyone teaching her to do so.
Huang Zhilei adjusted his glasses, feeling once again: the future was limitless for his little junior sister.
The male student taking the exam looked back at the teachers: Could it be they had taught her something in secret?
The resident in charge of the assessment had similar doubts, though he felt it was unlikely. Everyone knew Xie Wanying had only started her clinical rotations a few days ago. It wasn’t possible to teach that quickly.
Primarily because Xie Wanying’s hands were steady, making her seem less like a rookie and more like a seasoned pro.
Receiving the male student’s glance, Cao Yong looked back and said, “She is her, and you are you.”
Teacher Cao’s words contained profound meaning.
The male student felt an even heavier blow.
Being a surgeon isn’t about comparisons with others. There may be competition, but if both are exceedingly good, a hospital will surely want both. No hospital would turn away a surgical genius.
You don’t need to beat her; you can be a surgical genius just like her.
Anyone who truly understood Teacher Cao’s words would have been brought to tears.
After finishing the procedure, Xie Wanying tidied up the medical waste and items, demonstrating the meticulousness of a female medical student. When she was about to push the treatment cart away for cleaning, the resident pressed it down, shaking his head at her—it was a task that needed to be done by the male student who was being assessed.
The male student left pushing the treatment cart, head hung low but taking deep breaths to psych himself up.
Medicine is like that; growth is full of setbacks. What’s most important is to be true to oneself and to never stop learning.
Every now and then, curious medical students poked their heads in at the door, but without exception, they were all stunned by Xie Wanying’s performance.
If an intern is already this capable, what are they supposed to do?
Whenever an exceptionally talented student appears, without a doubt, the expectations and requirements of the teachers for the students escalate substantially.
Probably the most schadenfreude must be felt by the forty-nine classmates of Xie Wanying: Now you finally understand what we’ve been feeling all these years. A voice came from the doorway: “Teacher Cao.”
Everyone inside turned their heads at the sound.
The male doctor standing at the door with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, eyes smilingly curved, was recognized at once by Xie Wanying as Zhou Junpeng, that old acquaintance from her hometown who always seemed to cross her path.
After Zhou Junpeng entered, he revealed Yue Wentong, who appeared to be hiding behind him.
The class president was also there, presumably having returned to work after taking leave. Xie Wanying thought.
Yue Wentong had just witnessed her performance, and he felt a chilling sense of inferiority—similar to the tested male student’s. He knew he had been excellent since childhood, but ever since meeting her, he had been doubting whether his own title of academic prodigy was false.
Her movements just now were no different from a teacher’s, the problem was, she was in his class.