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Lin Qingchen was well aware of the high level of medical skill possessed by Si Fuqing, having put in efforts several times greater, even dozens of times more than the average person.

When a genius also works harder than the average person, her success is inevitable.

Lin Qingchen had heard from Cai Zhongnian that Si Fuqing was scheduled to record a variety show at Sijiu City First Hospital. He had not expected to encounter her so soon upon his return.

When he spoke, not only the attending physician but also the nurses, the woman, and Chen Wenxin were stunned into silence.

Chen Wenxin’s ears buzzed; he could hardly believe what he had heard.

Who was Lin Qingchen?

The leading neurology genius, the disciple of Cai Zhongnian, and the youngest chief physician.

Lin Qingchen’s future prospects were immeasurable.

He was known for his mild temperament and approachability, yet he seldom praised anyone by belittling himself.

Si Fuqing was the first.

The woman was baffled.

She had requested the hospital to replace Si Fuqing, fearing that the hospital was irresponsibly entrusting patients to a celebrity.

Everyone in the city of Sijiu had heard of Lin Qingchen, including this woman.

Yet, she had not expected that a genius like Lin Qingchen would claim he was making a fool of himself in front of Si Fuqing.

“With Miss Si here, you can be completely assured of the surgery,” Lin Qingchen said. “Madam Zhao, if it were just me, the chance of success might be seventy percent, but Miss Si could complete the remaining thirty percent.”

Even Cai Zhongnian couldn’t promise more than a 90% success rate in surgery.

Even the most experienced doctors wouldn’t dare claim a 100% certainty.

But Si Fuqing could.

The attending physician was still in a daze, his voice sounded lost, “Oh, as Dr. Lin directs.”

Lin Qingchen went in first to stabilize the patient’s condition.

Si Fuqing changed into her surgical attire and also entered the operating room.

Chen Wenxin stood by, his limbs still numb.

His mind foggy, he watched the young woman at the operating table and couldn’t comprehend how Lin Qingchen could entrust such a critical surgery to Si Fuqing.

What followed, however, repeatedly shocked him to his core, making even his eardrums tremble.

Si Fuqing’s hands were steady. She said, “Hemostat.”

Chen Wenxin steadied his nerves and quickly handed it over.

“Surgical forceps.”

“Tissue forceps.”

“Suction tip.”

Each time Si Fuqing requested an instrument, Chen Wenxin was able to accurately find and pass it to her.

The initially tense atmosphere gradually calmed.

The operating room fell silent, filled only with the sounds of breathing and heartbeats.

The attending physician breathed a sigh of relief.

Initially worried, he watched as Si Fuqing’s movements were deft and precise, skillfully locating and excising the tumor, putting his fears to rest.

The surgical crisis was effectively averted.

After suturing the incision, Si Fuqing looked up, “You’ve made progress. These days haven’t been wasted.”

Chen Wenxin’s hands and feet were still ice-cold.

Only he knew the turmoil inside him.

Si Fuqing had completed a surgery independently.

Under circumstances where several hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgeons were at a loss.

She was only 19 years old.

He had earlier mocked her for not even recognizing all the surgical tools.

Yet, her primary profession was a celebrity.

Chen Wenxin’s thoughts were in disarray.

“Alright, you can go back to your internship,” Lin Qingchen patted Chen Wenxin on the shoulder. “You did well; I’ll speak to your team leader about it.”

Chen Wenxin, not daring to look at Si Fuqing, bowed quickly and returned to the intern room.

His face was still pale, and he was sweating profusely.

“Student Chen, what’s wrong?” Bai Jinxi softly inquired, “Is there something wrong with the patient you were managing?”

Chen Wenxin glanced at her, unusually silent, and moved to another seat.

Bai Jinxi furrowed her brows, attempting again, “Student Chen?”

She had a bad feeling.

What had Chen Wenxin experienced?

Wu Wanying sarcastically commented, “You don’t know, right after you left, the big star also left.”

It was unclear what Si Fuqing had gone to do.

Wu Wanying scoffed lightly.

Ten minutes later.

The door opened, and Si Fuqing entered.

Chen Wenxin instantly stood up, quickly walking up to her, bowing his head, “I—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spoken about you like that…”

“Hmm?” Si Fuqing looked up, “What did you say about me?”

Chen Wenxin paused, relief spreading across his face as he repeatedly thanked her, “Thank you.”