Holding an inch ruler

"Am I not normal?"
"Abnormal!"
"What's abnormal about me?"
"Where are you normal? Who else would eat lamb spine and report the owner for using sheep with congenital spinal deformities?"
"Who else would drink a coffee and insist on explaining what tarry stools are?"
"Where's there a medical student who has won a national science and technology first prize?"
"Where's there a student who makes professors serve them tea and water?"
"Where's there a resident doctor who's scolded the chief so harshly they're drenched in dog's blood?!"
"Where's there a doctor..."
"Tell me... where are you normal?!"
Chen Gong fell silent for a moment, looking at the other person, "To live, one doesn't need to be too normal!"
...
Rather than mentally exhausting oneself, it's better to drive others crazy. Just as the saying goes, to live, one doesn't need to be too normal!
Similarly, to be a doctor, one definitely doesn't need to be too normal!

Being a doctor doesn't need to be too normal

The crisis during the surgery was resolved.


Zhao Lei hadn't expected this damn kid to shamelessly show off right in the operating room!


And, to make matters worse, his silly daughter actually seemed to enjoy it?!


This made Zhao Lei's inner world collapse completely.


For a moment, Zhao Lei couldn't think of an appropriate adjective to describe his feelings at that time.


God Lei, who was usually eloquent and never repeated himself when cursing others, was now somewhat at a loss for words.


Han Shifeng stood up, staring at the screen and nodding with deep approval:


"This incision, tsk tsk tsk... The flair of this incision truly matches your style, old Zhao!"


"Clean and decisive, not the slightest hesitation."


Chapter 8: This... Actually, It's Not a Big Problem! (Seeking Monthly Votes)_1