Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s
Chapter 609 - Chapter 609 【609】Its not that he directs her

Chapter 609: [(609)] It’s not that he directs her Chapter 609: [(609)] It’s not that he directs her Standing at the position of Chief Surgeon, Tan Kelin’s calm and focused single-lidded eyes were completely absorbed by the monitor screen, his hand occasionally moving the Separation Clamp inside the patient’s abdominal cavity–engaged in a laparoscopic examination, he truly had no energy to spare for listening to the chatter of others.

Thus, it was impossible to say that Tan Kelin was directing the Laparoscopic.

If he had been directing, the Laparoscope wouldn’t have circled around for a few shots while his own Separation Clamp remained still, then came back to him. The terrifying part lay here, that the Mirror Assistant manipulating the Laparoscope seemed to know every path inside the patient’s abdominal cavity like the back of their hand, thus achieving precise repositioning.

The Mirror Assistant’s operation was so smooth and flowing, completely unlike that of an intern. The onlookers began to wonder again, “Did her hands even move?”

Someone had been closely watching Xie Wanying’s hands as she operated the Laparoscope, trying to catch a fault but failing to do so, only to witness an astonishing spectacle.

It was true that the female intern had relatively slender hands, and even though Xie Wanying had made an effort to train the strength in her arms, wrists, and palms, it was undeniable that a woman’s bones are naturally smaller than a man’s. Perhaps due to her smaller hands, a group of people felt that her hands holding the Laparoscope barely seemed to move. With such minute movements, how was she achieving such fluid and rapid movement on the monitor screen?

It was a bit mysterious.

The eyes of the proctology staff narrowed into telescopes and microscopes. They needed to study more closely how much the intern’s hands had moved; perhaps they had missed some subtle detail.

After a while, these people fell back on their old suspicions, “Is Dr. Tan helping her with the operation?”

Tan Kelin’s hands were clearly seen holding the Separation Clamp; how could a third hand be available to help someone? Moreover, it was common knowledge that he had a bad temper–he would have kicked her off the stage already if she had not performed well, without needing to lend a helping hand.

Laughter burst out from behind the anesthesiologist’s mask first.

Tan Kelin’s eyes narrowed slightly with coolness.

Liu Chengran felt somewhat stifled, his throat itching.

It was only the first step of abdominal exploration. Could it be that these proctologists’ eyes and minds were unable to keep up with the intern? Hence these groundless suspicions arose, with even the absurd idea that they were blind being voiced.

Upon hearing someone laugh, the proctologists showed expressions of seriousness–they were not joking anymore. They proceeded to seriously analyze, “I think I am beginning to understand her thought process.”

After a while, these people astonishingly turned to discover another new world instead, laying accusations on Xie Wanying’s gaze, “It seems that she didn’t realize we were standing here?”

The seniors had said a lot, but they were completely ignored by the intern. The intern did not hear their discussion at all.

“Dr. Tan is standing beside her, yet she did not even glance at him.”

The proctologists dragged Tan Kelin into the issue as well. But neither the Chief Surgeon nor the First Assistant on the operating table was surprised. Once a student falls into their surgical thought process, they tend to treat everything and everyone around them like air. As their teachers, they well understood her situation. It was only the proctologists witnessing it for the first time who were making an uproar.

“She hasn’t asked her teacher?”

“Right, so far in the surgery, she hasn’t asked the Chief Surgeon a single question.”

It seemed that this female intern was being too dismissive of others, and Tan Kelin was indulging her? The proctologists exclaimed in shock.

“Isn’t Dr. Tan afraid that she’ll mess up?”

Whether there would be a mess-up was clear at a glance by looking at how the surgery was progressing. The person who had earlier claimed to have understood Xie Wanying’s surgical thought process called out, “Are we starting with the Ultrasonic Scalpel? Is the abdominal exploration finished?”