Looking at Chen Gong's eager eyes, Zhao Lei was momentarily stunned.
"You kid... what's up? What are you thinking about?"
After speaking, Zhao Lei began to check the results of Chen Gong's surgery.
At first glance, Zhao Lei was only slightly surprised for a moment.
But...
As he examined more deeply and patiently, the scenes before him gradually made him widen his eyes.
"Wait a minute!"
"Chen, this... where did you learn to suture like this?"
Chen Gong shook his head: "Isn't this what you taught me?"
"In that last surgery, didn't you teach me how to perform vascular anastomosis?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei's old face turned red.
Who are you flattering?
Although Zhao had some unique insights into vascular anastomosis and indeed his skill level was not low.
But... this was not his method at all!
Moreover, in Chen Gong's suturing, whether in the tightness of the blood vessel suture or the speed of suturing, both were inferior to his own, by quite a lot.
