"I really didn’t expect Feifan to break through so quickly."
Seeing Yu Suye’s unconcealed delight, Qin Ying couldn’t help but chide her, "I’m telling you, Su Ye, when it came to developing your own surgical style, you were initially stronger than Feifan."
"Look at him now. Feifan has crossed the threshold in a single step, while you’re still halfway there. Aren’t you ashamed?"
Yu Suye chuckled, not looking the least bit ashamed.
"Professor, you’ve said more than once that Feifan can’t be judged by normal standards. He’s a prodigy."
"I’m just a normal person. How can I compare myself to a prodigy?"
"Right, Professor?"
Qin Ying huffed heavily and decided not to engage with her thick-skinned student anymore.
Chen Yu, standing on the other side, said slowly, "Besides his monstrous medical talent, don’t forget something even more important: his diligence."
"Su Ye, think about it. How much does Feifan study in a week? How many surgeries does he perform?"
"We’re all worried he’s going to work himself to exhaustion."
"Su Ye, now reflect on how much work you do in a week."
Yu Suye muttered a complaint under her breath, "Can you really blame me for that?"
"Feifan has to deliberately take on as few surgeries as possible, while I can’t even get a surgery if I want one."
She looked at Yan Feifan at the operating table and continued, "If it weren’t for Feifan’s charity project, sometimes I wouldn’t even get to perform one proper surgery a week."
Hearing this, Qin Ying felt a pang of self-blame.
She was considered an outsider at the Affiliated Hospital, and given her personality, it wasn’t easy for her to arrange surgeries for her students.
To put it bluntly, she now had less pull at the Affiliated Hospital than Yan Feifan did.
Qin Ying couldn’t help but steal a glance at Chen Yu.
But that one glance happened to meet Chen Yu’s gaze.
Their eyes met for an instant before they both looked away, turning their attention back to the large screen to continue watching Yan Feifan’s procedure.
A minute or two later, Chen Yu spoke up. "Ahem, Su Ye, given that Feifan has a boundless future, and you are his official girlfriend..."
"How about this... I’ll have you officially transferred to the trauma surgery department on loan. From then on, you can take on any surgery you want in trauma surgery..."
At 5:40 in the evening, Yan Feifan placed the final stitch. The moment he set down his surgical instruments, his body began to sway.
Wang Chuan, who was assisting nearby, immediately reached out and supported him.
"This kid... he’s still the same as before. He doesn’t have a gradual decline mode, he just goes straight into power-off mode..."