Chen Dayong curled his lips and said, "You are not worthy of comparing with my brother? There is no problem for us to compare. Come and see mine."
Bao Youshan stretched his neck to see Chen Dayong's vascular anastomosis and was stunned. Although it could not be compared with Li Zheng's, the smoothness was much better looking. If Li Zheng's was 100 points, then Chen Dayong would at least be above 85 points, while his own was at most 60 points.
Bao Youshan was a little discouraged.
Li Zheng laughed and said, "Don't compare yourself with others. Compare yourself with yourself. As long as each suture is better than the last, it's fine. Comparing yourself with others is unwise. Just like if Dayong compared himself with me, wouldn't that be very discouraging?"
Bao Youshan nodded and felt better.
Well, I will never compete with Chen Dayong again.
After making up his mind, he turned to look at Zhu Haiping again, and found that he was trembling and had not finished sewing a single port. His confidence immediately returned.
"Haha, Haiping, don't be anxious. After all, your foundation is relatively poor and you can't compare with us. You shouldn't compare with us, as that will undermine your confidence!" Bao Youshan said with a smile.
Zhu Haiping carefully cut the last suture, raised his head, and moved his sore neck.
"Don't worry, Brother Shan. I know my own strengths and won't compete with you..." Zhu Haiping said, then looked at Li Zheng and said nervously, "Brother Zheng, take a look at how I sewed this port."
Bao Youshan immediately came over and said with a smile: "Let me help you take a look! It doesn't matter if the sewing is not good!"
Bao Youshan bent down, and when he saw the vascular port sutured by Zhu Haiping, he was stunned.
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