The scalp was opened, then flapped open, and vascular clamps were neatly arranged in a circle along the scalp, in such a precise manner that it seemed not done by human hands but some kind of precise machinery.
"Professor, you save the hospital quite a bit of gauze each year. The gauze in my hand has been in use since the surgery started, and I haven't had to change it yet," Song Zimo didn't feel he was flattering, nor did the others.
For some reason, praising others often carried a hint of flattery suspicion, but when praising Professor Yang, even if it was true flattery, it didn't feel like flattery in the slightest.
"Haven't calculated, why don't you set up a project and write a paper?" Yang Ping's hands kept moving, but he frequently chatted with his assistants.
