The surgery concluded, and the patient was moved back to the ward.
August and Robert sat with Ivan in the changing room for a rest, all three of them forming a line on a long bench.
Dr. Ivan was clearly still confused, or perhaps he was already mired in his thoughts.
Merely by reading his book, someone was capable of performing surgery so flawlessly, at a level comparable to his own.
His skills were far from ordinary; they represented the peak within his profession.
Could the world's top level of expertise be so easily attained? No matter how Dr. Ivan thought about it, he couldn't comprehend it.
Even a cross-disciplinary heavy-hitter like Manstein needed time to achieve success. It took time to make strides in a new field.
"Are you still pondering over the same problem?" August, noticing Ivan's bewildered look, was worried.
Ivan nodded, "How is it possible? He merely read my book, yet he can perform as well as I do? How can that possibly be?"
