Su Yun was observing whether bubbles were coming out in the warm salt water. When he heard the sound, he knew who it was.

He didn't raise his head and asked, "Old Lu?"

Uh... the person who came in was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that when he met a few years ago, he knew who he was without even raising his head after meeting again.

If Zheng Ren was here, he would be ashamed.

Zheng Ren must not know who the other party was when he was face to face, and Su Yun could tell it just by listening to the sound.

"Even Brother Yun didn't scream? Su, what's Su?" Su Yun stared at the water surface, judging whether the bubbles were overflowing from the lungs or gas accumulated in the chest cavity.

This is a very good school kung fu, but for Su Yun, it is not difficult at all.

The person who just arrived here was a doctor, Lu Zewei. He is a doctor in cardiothoracic surgery in West China. After graduation, he has been in the provincial hospital for a few years and is about to lead the group.

"Brother Yun, why are you here?" Lu Zewei was not angry when he heard Su Yun's sarcastic speech, but laughed apologized.

"I've gone to the front and just came down." Su Yun said, clamping the lower lobe of the left lung with the lung lobe with the lung lobe, accurately finding two missing holes on the back, and starting to suture it.

Lu Zewei was not surprised, and took it as usual, saying, "If I had known that Brother Yun, you were here, I would have been sleeping well below for a while. I have been so tired these days."

"I'm just coming up to do a favor, and I'll have to do other operations later." As I spoke, the needle and thread had already sewn the two rips. The thread scissors appeared on the fingers like magic in Su Yun's palm, cutting the thread, and making a brilliant pussy.

Zheng Ren also used this technique, but Zheng Ren was more simple to use. He was not as dazzling as Su Yun, but the speed was slightly faster.

"Hmm?" Lu Zewei was stunned for a moment.

He thought to himself, you are a thoracic doctor, why should you go for a thoracic surgery?

Although he thought so in his heart, Lu Zewei did not say it out.

The Yun brother in front of him has a very high level, but his temper is not very good. His mouth is so sarcastic and mean, and he is famous in the circle of young doctors.

After not seeing each other for a few years, Lu Zewei remained silent.

After swelling his lungs again, Su Yun said: "Close your chest and change your position."

"It seems that there are bubbles..." As soon as Mr. Shao Hua and Mr. Shao said halfway through his words, he felt that someone was pushing him behind him.

Is it Professor Lu? What does he mean?

Shao Hua couldn't judge the specific situation well, so he remained silent.

After all, Lu Zewei is already in charge of the team, and he belongs to the category of superior doctors. On the operating table, he has the final say.

"Okay, I'll just shut my chest when you come up. The boss's surgery is probably done long ago." Su Yun began to ask for needlework and thread to shut the chest.

"Oh? Brother Yun, are you here with your boss? I heard that you went back to your hometown later?"

"Well, I didn't want to be a doctor at that time, so I was bored. It was great to find a place to spend time and wait for death. But in my hometown, I met my boss, and now I'm going to 912." Su Yun closed his chest while chatting.

Lu Zewei sighed in his heart, looking at him, a graduate student, the major tertiary hospitals in the imperial capital are like their own backyards, coming whenever they want, leaving whenever they want.

A long time ago, he heard from his classmates in the imperial capital that Su Yun did not stay in the imperial capital and refused to keep him and returned to his hometown. He was quite sad at that time. Did the rising star of cardiothoracic surgery fall like this?

But unexpectedly, people said they would come back as soon as they came back, not like they couldn’t even stay in West China, so they could only come to the provincial college to be a professor in the leadership team.

But Haicheng... Is there any famous thoracic professor in that kind of small city?

Lu Zewei was a little confused.

After five or six minutes, Su Yun asked the anesthesiologist to swell his lungs again, took a look at the chest vial, then took off his gloves and stepped down from the stage.

"Old Lu, I'll have a drink after all." Su Yun patted Lu Zewei on the shoulder and then walked out of the operating room.

Lu Zewei smiled bitterly and did not dare to respond.

Change the position, change from the left chest to the right chest, and then reopen.

It was not until he opened his chest that Mr. Shao had time and asked: "Professor Lu, the man looked very young just now. Who is he?"

"Hey!" Lu Zewei said silence and continued.

"..." Mr. Shao felt something was wrong, but he couldn't ask.

It was not until after opening his chest that Lu Zewei said: "He is a graduate student of Union Medical College and is known as the star of the future in the imperial capital's cardiothoracic surgery. A few years ago, I was working on a project in West China, and I met him."

"Star of Tomorrow? People in the imperial capital are so brave."

"I dare not talk nonsense." Lu Zewei turned around cautiously, looked at Su Yun's absence, and then said seriously: "This person cannot be offended, you can speak quietly."

"Ah? Is there a backstage?"

"No, it was because someone did the surgery well, so good that you would never imagine." Lu Zewei sighed and said, "Don't look at it as a graduate student. When he was about to leave the imperial capital, many teachers had to avoid being a doctorate with him. But they didn't care, so they left as soon as they said they could."

That's nothing, what isn't there for doctoral students who are exempt from the exam? Shao Hua nagged in his heart.

"You don't believe it if you say too much. You followed the surgery just now. How much do you think the level of the two of you is different?" Lu Zewei asked.

"He is indeed better than me..."

"If you have contact in the future, you will find that no matter what surgery, his level is higher than you. Sometimes it is only a little higher, and sometimes it is a lot. The specific height depends on his mood. But no matter how bad it is, you can't catch up." Lu Zewei seemed to be telling a sad past.

"Do it quickly, don't be stunned." Lu Zewei urged: "I'll go and see which boss he came with later. I'm really curious. You said that there are any well-known experts and professors in Haicheng!"

"Where is Haicheng?" Shao Hua was stunned for a moment.

Lu Zewei shook his head and speeded up his hand.

Curiosity overcame fatigue, he cheered up his spirits, and a surgery was done neatly and almost exerted 120% of his strength.

However, judging from the time-consuming operation, there is still a gap compared with Su Yun.

After the operation, Lu Zewei took advantage of the interval, took off his gloves, took off his sterile surgical gown, and searched each operating room one by one.

No...no...or no...

Only the two hybrid operating rooms in the innermost part are left, and Lu Zewei is a little confused. Generally, those who use hybrid operating rooms are orthopedics or vascular surgery. Has this Yun Ge'er changed careers?

He was very confused and thought about it again, but he didn't feel that he had any omissions.

He said that when he came with the boss, he would definitely be an assistant. From the outside, he could see the back of the operator and the front of the assistant.

Not to mention anything else, Su Yun's face can easily be recognized even with a hat and a mask. In today's terms, it has a very high recognition.

Walking outside the hybrid operating room, Lu Zewei glanced absent-mindedly, but happened to see Su Yun bowing his head for surgery.

Uh...is it really a hybrid surgery?
Chapter completed!