Wrath

The airtight lead door had been closed long ago. As Zheng Ren's blind-selection ended, the screen lit up.

The micro-guide wire had already been selected to a very deep position. Zhu Liangchen knew that if he were to do the blind selection, he would definitely not be able to get there.

Inadvertently, he had already recognized Zheng Ren's surgical standard. If he could not even do the super-selection well, would he be recommended for the Nobel Prize?

Then, the super-selection would depend on his skill level.

The micro-guide wire entered the next hepatic artery at a moderate speed. No matter how strange the angle was, no matter how thin the lumen was, it did not hinder the entry of the micro-guide wire.

His skill level was really high. Zhu Liangchen was stunned as he looked at the super-selection process of the micro-guide wire.