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

Chen Gong's eyes widened instantly when he heard this.


Because this technique was simply too awesome.


Seeing the separation succeed, Zhao Lei smiled and said, "Learn more!"


"Director Han's blunt manual separation has won awards at national competitions."


"Known in the medical community as 'Three Fingers Han'!"


"They say his three fingers are more effective than any tissue forceps or separation pliers!"


Upon hearing this, Chen Gong was even more determined to learn.


Soon after spending ten thousand points, the image of the separation he had just witnessed directly appeared in Chen Gong's mind.


Chen Gong dared not be distracted and continued to observe the surgery.


He couldn't afford to waste even a second on such a high-level operation.


Because every detail represented a challenge.


Last night, on the first step, he got stuck six times.


Chapter 8: This... Actually, It's Not a Big Problem! (Seeking Monthly Votes)_7