Watching the two resident doctors nodding obediently, Zhao Heng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Just two months ago, he didn't even have the qualification to be reprimanded as a resident doctor.
However, at this moment, the two resident doctors, Xiao Zhang and Xiao Wang, looked at Zhao Heng with eyes full of envy. But envy was all they could manage because surgical skill can't be faked. If they had the same level of skill, Liu Ziang would treat them just as well.
"Senior, let's begin."
Zhao Heng stood in front of the operating table, holding his breath and concentrating, as he said to Liu Ziang.
Every time he stood at the operating table like this, ready to begin surgery, Zhao Heng always felt a profound sense of mission.
This feeling was also the reason he loved being a doctor.
"Hmm, let's start by isolating the optic nerve."
Liu Ziang nodded and said.
