It wasn't that Song Lan was forgetful; it was that Dr. Mu, who was standing in front of her, wasn't originally among the team members who assisted her in the surgery that noon. However, during the final preoperative assessment this morning, Dean Su temporarily arranged for one of the hospital's top surgeons to join the team.
And this person was none other than Dr. Mu.
She had already made all the necessary arrangements, but she couldn't refuse Dean Su's request. Besides, Dean Su meant well and wanted to ensure that she could complete the surgery flawlessly. So, she made room for Dr. Mu.
She hadn't paid any attention to what the other person looked like, so when they were face to face, she didn't recognize him for a moment.
"Dr. Song, please don't be so polite. Please sit here. I just got my food, let's eat and chat."
Mu Ting, that's right, the Dr. Mu who spoke to Song Lan, whose full name is Mu Ting, is a neurosurgeon. And just as Song Lan learned from Dean Su, this Dr. Mu's professional skills in neurosurgery are indeed extraordinary.
"good."
Song Lan didn't stand on ceremony. She smiled and responded, then sat down in the chair opposite Mu Ting at the dining table.
"You've already told the dean and Dr. Su, right? I'll assist you with the surgeries performed by Elder Lu, Elder He, and Elder Jiang as well. However, while I say 'assist,' I didn't actually do anything in the surgery this afternoon."
Hearing Mu Ting say that, Song Lan smiled and said, "Dr. Mu is too modest."
"modesty?"
Mu Ting smiled and shook his head: "No, I'm telling the truth. And I know that my sudden joining your surgical team is quite abrupt in a strict sense."
However, I have long admired you, Dr. Song, and with the hope of learning from you, I requested the hospital director to allow me to join your surgical team. My true purpose was simply to observe. I sincerely apologize for my sudden appearance, which almost disrupted your surgical schedule. Please forgive me!
His expression and tone were particularly sincere. Seeing this, Song Lan shook her head slightly: "It's nothing. Besides, the surgery at noon was very successful, and Dr. Mu deserves a lot of credit for it."
"Dr. Song, that's true humility. I really don't deserve the credit you're talking about!"
Mu Ting's expression was full of shame and disbelief.
"Okay, if you keep being modest, it'll sound a bit harsh."
Song Lan paused briefly while eating, then said, "Since Dr. Mu is interested in the three surgeries I'm going to perform later, you can come to my office to see the surgical plans I've prepared if you have time."
"May I?"
Mu Ting looked slightly surprised.
"Why not?"
Song Lan was puzzled. She said, "Performing an operation requires the entire team to work together. Dr. Mu knows this. And Dr. Mu, you are a member of the team. It's normal for you to understand the entire surgical plan."
"Thank you so much, Dr. Song!"
The smile returned to Mu Ting's face.
"Dr. Mu is still so polite. Okay, I'll accept your thanks."
As Song Lan spoke, she paused for a moment, her gaze falling on the lunchbox in front of her. She said softly, "Eat your meal, otherwise it will get cold."
It's already deep winter, and the temperature is really low. In addition, it has been snowing in Beijing for the past two days. Even indoors, you can feel the chill penetrating to the bone.
Okay, this is under the condition that there is no heating indoors.
Upon hearing this, Mu Ting nodded and smiled, replying, "Okay, let's continue our meal."
Time passed quickly, and Song Lan's lunchbox soon became empty. She stood up and said, "I'll go wash the lunchbox. Dr. Mu, please enjoy your meal." She didn't stay a minute longer.
Mu Ting had no choice but to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He actually wanted to say, "I'll be done soon," but Song Lan didn't give him a chance to speak. He looked down at the last mouthful of rice in the lunchbox, and his expression became particularly complicated.
"Now that she's gone, you're not planning to become a statue waiting for your wife, are you?"
A male voice, tinged with laughter, sounded behind Mu Ting. Hearing himself being teased, Mu Ting put the last bit of rice from his lunchbox into his mouth.
After chewing and swallowing, he stood up, grabbed his lunchbox, glared behind him, and said, "If you can't speak, then shut your mouth. Nobody thinks you're mute!"
Without a doubt, the person he can glare at and casually tease is a very close friend; otherwise, they wouldn't make fun of him so casually.
"If you like someone, just go for it openly. There's no need to hide it. Besides, neither of you are married. No one will say anything if you pursue Dr. Song."
Qiu Mingxuan nudged Mu Ting with his shoulder. That's right, the one teasing Mu Ting was this doctor named Qiu Mingxuan, who was also a thoracic and respiratory physician. He and Mu Ting were not only high school classmates, but also graduated from the same military hospital and were assigned to work at the military hospital in Beijing.
Although the two were not in the same department, they got along very well as classmates and friends in high school, so they were naturally more casual in their daily conversations.
"Why are you chasing after her? And how do you know that Dr. Song is unmarried?"
glaring at his friend again, Mu Ting said, "I just admire Dr. Song's medical skills, so I asked the hospital director to let me join Dr. Song's surgical team so that I could learn from Dr. Song."
"You know nothing and are just spouting nonsense. If Dr. Song hears this, how can I ever show my face in front of her again?"
He deliberately lowered his voice. Upon hearing this, Qiu Mingxuan looked at him strangely: "Look at how righteous you are. Do you dare to say that you have no good feelings for Dr. Song?"
Furthermore, isn't it obvious whether Dr. Song is unmarried or not? How blind can you not tell whether Dr. Song is married or not?
"You're amazing, and I'm just bad at seeing things. So tell me, how did you figure that out?"
Mu Ting glanced at Qiu Mingxuan with disdain. Seeing this, Qiu Mingxuan said, "Dr. Song looks like he's not even twenty yet. Such a young age, and he has such good medical skills."
This clearly shows that she has devoted all her energy to studying medicine for a long time, so where would she find the time to interact with men, let alone be a married woman.
"That's just your own wishful thinking."
Rolling his eyes at Qiu Mingxuan, Mu Ting said, "There's no shortage of geniuses in this world, and Dr. Song is one of them. Otherwise, how could she have such superb medical skills at such a young age?"
His voice was gentle, and Mu Ting's eyes involuntarily filled with admiration and envy: "You didn't see Dr. Song perform surgery with your own eyes. To be honest, she not only has a mastery of acupuncture techniques in traditional Chinese medicine, but also..."
Moreover, her surgical skills in Western medicine are impeccable. The moment she makes the incision, she is precise and skillful, as if any disease can be easily cured by her knife.
In my opinion, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call Dr. Song the number one lancet surgeon in our hospital!
And her sewing technique, so skillful and meticulous, is hard for me to describe.
When you have a chance to see Professor Luo's surgical scar later, you'll see I'm not exaggerating.
Qiu Mingxuan casually asked, "Could it be that the incision stitched up by Dr. Song leaves no visible scar?"
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