The man who brushed past her had broad shoulders and wore a straight, neatly-pressed white coat that had a tinge of cold, grey steel to it.
Xie Wanying's mind stirred, and she could roughly guess who this man was.
He must be the teacher who, over the phone, was cold yet displayed great skill, guiding her to successfully perform a puncture.
Zhao Zhaowei standing beside her muttered, "So he is Fu Xinheng."
Who was Fu Xinheng? She had never heard of him before since she was never into gossip. Even the matters concerning Cao Yong were only known to her because others talked to her about them.
"From cardiothoracic surgery," Zhao Zhaowei said, noticing her lack of knowledge and whispering into her ear, "My grandfather said he is very impressive, definitely the future chief of cardiothoracic surgery."
So he was a formidable teacher from cardiothoracic surgery. Xie Wanying's eyes lit up, and she thought about ways to learn the skills of such an impressive teacher.
