Watching as Chen Cang became increasingly engrossed, the entire intestine under his hands seemed to come to life with a soul!
The intestinal line, the non-absorbable fine silk thread... all were threaded with great ease in Chen Cang's hands!
At this moment, old Ma's heart was filled with a bit of panic and unease!
He felt that Chen Cang definitely came here today to play the fool to catch the wise; based on Chen Cang's usual behavior, common show-off routines, and his habitual low-key approach...
Old Ma's heart was filled with various disquiet!
The anesthesiologist, Zhou He, glanced at Chen Cang, and recalling the initial diagnosis, he suddenly felt... this was a game Chen Cang and old Ma were playing...
This game was called: play the fool to catch the wise, to see who is the king of pretense!
He believed that Chen Cang already had an eighty percent chance of winning.
The remaining twenty was out of pity for old Ma.
