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It was the perfect incision.
Zhao Lei couldn't help but stare at Chen Gong, dumbfounded. He had originally intended to give him a chance.
But this guy gave Zhao Lei a show of his own strength.
Zhao Lei couldn't help but exclaim:
"What a skillful cut!"
"Kid, you've got talent!"
"You've really given me a tough problem here."
"Hehe..."
"If I don't perform well in this surgery, it would be a delay and waste of your exquisite Incision."
"Not bad!"
"You're very good!"
This time, Zhao Lei was in no way stingy with his praise; for Chen Gong, it was nothing but words of admiration.
Chen Gong just smiled and didn't speak.
Instead, he stepped back to yield the central position.
He knew that after this step, there was no more room for his own maneuvers.
Because after the next step, once the muscles were separated, it would be time to dissect the arterial aneurysm.
Watching Chen Gong's astute manner, Zhao Lei was very satisfied.
