In the world of medicine, talent is necessary, but so is hard work.
Lin Qingchen was well aware of the high level of medical skill possessed by Si Fuqing, having put in efforts several times greater, even dozens of times more than the average person.
When a genius also works harder than the average person, her success is inevitable.
Lin Qingchen had heard from Cai Zhongnian that Si Fuqing was scheduled to record a variety show at Sijiu City First Hospital. He had not expected to encounter her so soon upon his return.
When he spoke, not only the attending physician but also the nurses, the woman, and Chen Wenxin were stunned into silence.
Chen Wenxinâs ears buzzed; he could hardly believe what he had heard.
Who was Lin Qingchen?
The leading neurology genius, the disciple of Cai Zhongnian, and the youngest chief physician.
Lin Qingchenâs future prospects were immeasurable.
He was known for his mild temperament and approachability, yet he seldom praised anyone by belittling himself.
Si Fuqing was the first.
The woman was baffled.
She had requested the hospital to replace Si Fuqing, fearing that the hospital was irresponsibly entrusting patients to a celebrity.
Everyone in the city of Sijiu had heard of Lin Qingchen, including this woman.
Yet, she had not expected that a genius like Lin Qingchen would claim he was making a fool of himself in front of Si Fuqing.
âWith Miss Si here, you can be completely assured of the surgery,â Lin Qingchen said. âMadam Zhao, if it were just me, the chance of success might be seventy percent, but Miss Si could complete the remaining thirty percent.â
Even Cai Zhongnian couldnât promise more than a 90% success rate in surgery.
Even the most experienced doctors wouldnât dare claim a 100% certainty.
But Si Fuqing could.
The attending physician was still in a daze, his voice sounded lost, âOh, as Dr. Lin directs.â
Lin Qingchen went in first to stabilize the patientâs condition.
Si Fuqing changed into her surgical attire and also entered the operating room.
Chen Wenxin stood by, his limbs still numb.
His mind foggy, he watched the young woman at the operating table and couldnât comprehend how Lin Qingchen could entrust such a critical surgery to Si Fuqing.
What followed, however, repeatedly shocked him to his core, making even his eardrums tremble.
Si Fuqingâs hands were steady. She said, âHemostat.â
Chen Wenxin steadied his nerves and quickly handed it over.
âSurgical forceps.â
âTissue forceps.â
âSuction tip.â
Each time Si Fuqing requested an instrument, Chen Wenxin was able to accurately find and pass it to her.
The initially tense atmosphere gradually calmed.
The operating room fell silent, filled only with the sounds of breathing and heartbeats.
The attending physician breathed a sigh of relief.
Initially worried, he watched as Si Fuqingâs movements were deft and precise, skillfully locating and excising the tumor, putting his fears to rest.
The surgical crisis was effectively averted.
After suturing the incision, Si Fuqing looked up, âYouâve made progress. These days havenât been wasted.â
Chen Wenxinâs hands and feet were still ice-cold.
Only he knew the turmoil inside him.
Si Fuqing had completed a surgery independently.
Under circumstances where several hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgeons were at a loss.
She was only 19 years old.
He had earlier mocked her for not even recognizing all the surgical tools.
Yet, her primary profession was a celebrity.
Chen Wenxinâs thoughts were in disarray.
âAlright, you can go back to your internship,â Lin Qingchen patted Chen Wenxin on the shoulder. âYou did well; Iâll speak to your team leader about it.â
Chen Wenxin, not daring to look at Si Fuqing, bowed quickly and returned to the intern room.
His face was still pale, and he was sweating profusely.
âStudent Chen, whatâs wrong?â Bai Jinxi softly inquired, âIs there something wrong with the patient you were managing?â
Chen Wenxin glanced at her, unusually silent, and moved to another seat.
Bai Jinxi furrowed her brows, attempting again, âStudent Chen?â
She had a bad feeling.
What had Chen Wenxin experienced?
Wu Wanying sarcastically commented, âYou donât know, right after you left, the big star also left.â
It was unclear what Si Fuqing had gone to do.
Wu Wanying scoffed lightly.
Ten minutes later.
The door opened, and Si Fuqing entered.
Chen Wenxin instantly stood up, quickly walking up to her, bowing his head, âIâIâm sorry, I shouldnât have spoken about you like thatâ¦â
âHmm?â Si Fuqing looked up, âWhat did you say about me?â
Chen Wenxin paused, relief spreading across his face as he repeatedly thanked her, âThank you.â