After hearing this, Xiang Yuanzhong was speechless.
Although what this guy said was unpleasant, it did make sense.
Duan Jianhui chuckled and said, "Director Xiang, don't listen to his nonsense. We doctors keep learning throughout our lives. There's no such thing as early or late!"
Xiang Yuanzhong shook his head and smiled, "That's the theory, but the reality is beyond my control. The requirements he mentioned are really beyond the reach of young doctors like me right now!"
Duan Jianhui shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.
This Zhu Qidong is such a straight man!
During the time they were chatting, Li Zheng's tendon suture was completed.
"Dayong, move your fingers and see how the tendon slides." Li Zheng said as he cut the sutures.
"What, it's already sewn? It's only been a few minutes?" Zhu Qidong said in surprise.
"Three minutes, I looked at the time!" Director Xiao was sitting on a small round stool, timing himself when he had nothing to do.
"Can the effect be good so quickly?" Zhu Qidong asked seriously.
"You'll know whether it's good or not after you take a look at it," Chen Dayong said in a deep voice.
Everyone's attention was focused on this small wound.
Chen Dayong picked up his thumb, carefully bent it and then straightened it, with a very small range of motion.
"Are you afraid to use force? Don't you have confidence in his suture?" Zhu Qidong said.
Chen Dayong glared at him. He really didn't dare to move too much.
However, if the tendon is not straightened, the effectiveness of the tendon transplant cannot be tested.
"It's okay, just stretch it out." Li Zheng said.
Chen Dayong's confidence increased greatly. He nodded vigorously and bent his thumb as straight as possible, even pointing it upwards.
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