But Chen Zhong was just like a force-feeding duck, cramming stuff into her brain relentlessly, seemingly unafraid of bursting it. And now the result was that she had not yet burst, but Chen Zhong was still shoving knowledge into her noggin.
Nonetheless, Tang Yuxin loved to listen. As long as it was related to medical skills, she adored it. In her previous life, she had been a dependable internal medicine doctor. Her mentor once said that she had a good temperament, could tolerate loneliness and was steady. In operations, she was decisive and resolute — if something needed sewing up, she sewed it; if something needed cutting, she cut it. It was just a pity that she wasn't born into a medical family, as her achievements could have been even greater.
