Since someone's drawing had attracted a big shot like Zhang Huayao to stick his neck out, the others hurried in to find out what was going on.

Cao Dong and Li Chengyuan who were standing at the door were not afraid of Boss Zhang. After coming in, they stood behind her and watched her paint.

The teachers did not give their permission, so Pan Shihua and Lin Hao did not dare to enter the office at will. They could only stretch their heads so fast that their necks almost turned into goose necks and sing to the sky.

Ren Chongda and Teacher Chen were half sitting and half squatting.

Teacher Chen asked Teacher Ren: Have your students seen the membrane lung?

This?! Ren Chongda definitely couldn't answer this.

As far as he knows, no student in his class has the opportunity to use the membrane lung. He has not heard of any hospital in the capital where the membrane lung has been deployed.

It's hard to say, but Xie had just returned to her hometown. The top three hospitals in her hometown happened to have this thing, so maybe she took the opportunity to see it.

He believed that other people around him had the same doubts as he did, and therefore watched with curiosity.

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The people at the scene all had this expression, and what did the people outside the scene think?

Seeing that Li Chengyuan was on the phone and was on a call, he did not hang up.

It means that there is someone on the other side who is most likely listening with his ears perked up, and wishes he could have a pair of clairvoyance.

It should be said that the doubts of these seniors were justified. They may have seen the machine, but since their own hospitals did not have it, it was impossible for them to be familiar with it, let alone draw a diagram of the machine here.

Therefore, they couldn't understand: How could Xie, who was just an intern, surpass them, the senior teachers and masters, to figure out the membrane lung, and be able to draw a diagram of the machine in front of them?

A pair of very sharp and meticulous eyes carefully scanned Xie's expression and the pen in her hand.

Xie Wanying looked somewhat relaxed, and she was careful with her pen, painting on the paper at a leisurely pace.

All this made her seem as confident as an old artist.

It seems that she really understands the machine.

A group of people felt a sense of hushing in their hearts, and it seemed like there was no explanation.

There was a flash of exposure in Zhang Huayao's eyes, like a camera.

To be honest, it is impossible for Xie Wanying to draw every screw in the machine, nor is it necessary. She drew it to explain it to the teachers and prove her familiarity with the membrane lung. It is enough to draw the important parts of the machine and explain it clearly.

Such machine structure diagrams can actually be found in many instruction manuals, and the big guys and teachers may have seen them.

The reason why she drew a little more detailed on this basis was to show off her skills in front of the teachers so that the teachers would have more confidence in her technical skills.

In medicine, it is very necessary and practical for doctors to show off their magic weapons when necessary, and clinical doctors often do so. Only in this way can they convince others to cooperate with them to treat patients.

How to draw it in more detail is the further evolution of her three-dimensional thinking mode after rebirth. When she recalls the machine scenes she saw before rebirth, she can vaguely see the internal three-dimensional structure of the machine as if traveling through time and space.

After the drawing was almost finished, she tapped the paper with the pen in her hand: "This is the pipeline."

A group of people gathered around her and the picture, forming a circle and listening.

At the critical moment, Pan Shihua and Lin Hao rushed in to take a quick look while the teacher was concentrating and not saying anything.