"How was it?"
Zhang Lin came out first, the back of his surgical gown soaked through: "It worked, decompression and fixation of the upper cervical vertebrae, nerves haven't deteriorated."
"Pelvis?"
Little Five followed out: "Also successful, anterior and posterior ring fixation, bleeding under control, blood pressure steady at 100/65."
Dean Chen was momentarily stunned.
He recalled the patients who had been transferred due to inadequate skills, the disappointed looks of their families, the gossip about the "City Hospital being incompetent," the lost reputation and trust. He remembered the countless sleepless nights, pondering when Orthopedics could stand tall and no longer be called "worthless."
Then he exhaled deeply. That breath held relief, excitement, and an indescribable hope.
"Good... good..." He repeated several "goods" before finding words, "You... created history. This kind of surgery was once unimaginable!"
