Chapter 825 Is Really Too Much
Luo Qiao had just entered the classroom when she was called away by someone from Professor Chang’s team. They said there was an emergency surgery that required her assistance because the patient had a special status. They needed an assistant who was not only meticulous but also capable of taking over the surgery if the lead surgeon’s strength failed.
When the patient’s family found out that the chief surgeon’s first assistant was still an undergraduate in her senior year, they were quite agitated. Professor Chang said with a cold face, "Now is not the time to argue with you. The entire hospital is aware of Luo Qiao’s medical skills, which are not inferior to any attending physician here—you can ask around.
You also know the risks involved in this surgery. I will not destroy my reputation, nor will I allow my student to ruin her future. After the surgery is successful, I expect you to apologize to my student in person."
On the way to the hospital, Luo Qiao took a sip of Spatial Well Water under the guise of drinking from her cup. After changing her clothes, she took a deep breath, disinfected herself, and entered the operating room.
As the surgery lights turned on, the family outside prayed non-stop, while inside the operating room, Luo Qiao, composed and cool-headed, swiftly passed the surgical instruments, constantly alerting the team to various situations during the surgery.
After four hours, the surgery was more than halfway through, but Professor Chang, due to his age, began to sweat profusely from his forehead—something the nurse wiping his sweat had never seen him do before.
Luo Qiao could clearly feel the professor struggling today and said directly, "Professor, I will take over the surgery from here. You can just guide me from the side."
Professor Chang had been sick the previous few days and had only recovered yesterday. If the patient’s grandfather hadn’t owed a debt of gratitude to the Chang Family, Professor Chang’s family would have never let him undertake this surgery today.
Luo Qiao didn’t know about the professor’s illness, but she could clearly feel he was forcing himself today. After taking a deep breath, she took over as the lead surgeon. Those looking on saw the scalpel move with ease in her hands, and everyone thought that those hands were made for surgery—she was a medical genius.
Professor Chang also felt reassured, thinking to himself, indeed the new waves of the Yangtze River push the old waves forward—it’s impossible not to admit one’s age.