Song Yan was speechless for a while when he was asked, and then he thought, until now, Xia Lin can see his thoughts clearly.

He leaned towards Xia Lin, lowered his voice and said, "If you want to know the strategy, how about following me to experience it yourself?"

Xia Lin choked, he originally just wanted to tease Song Yan, but he underestimated the thickness of Song Yan's face, and instead was defeated by the opponent.

At the moment, he stretched out his hand to resist the approaching trend of the other party, and said angrily: "Get up, I'm not interested in playing with you."

"Xia Lin, what are you afraid of?" Song Yan didn't move, his eyes locked tightly on Xia Lin's lips, and there was a hint of desperation in his voice.

As if the next moment was about to kiss.

But at this moment, Xia Lin's cell phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID was Ke Mei's name.

Such a pleasant relief made Xia Lin feel an unprecedented intimacy with Ke Mei. He immediately pressed the answer button and said, "Mr. Ke, what's the matter?"

"Everyone said don't call me teacher again." Ke Mei pretended to be angry and complained.

Xia Lin smiled and said, "Okay, Ke Mei."

The cry of "Ke Mei" was a bit crisp, and immediately aroused Song Yan's vigilance. He leaned over to hear what was being said on the phone, but Xia Lin got up first and avoided it.

After a while, Xia Lin hung up the phone and said to Song Yan, "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to invite you to lunch, but my supervisor has temporarily arranged a very important operation, and I told him before that I really wanted to go and observe it One - why don't I invite you to dinner another day?"

Song Yan's face was a little bad, and he asked, "The mentor you mentioned is the one who sent you back last night?"

"Are you really just a teacher-student relationship with him?"

"Then why are you two whispering so close in the car?"

Xia Lin looked a little unhappy: "Song Yan, are you questioning me now?"

Song Yan was stunned, and quickly defended, "No."

"I explained my relationship with him because I respect you. But if you don't trust me, it doesn't matter, just think I'm lying to you!"

Xia Lin turned around and left.

Song Yan hurriedly chased after him and said, "Xia Lin, you misunderstood, it's not that I don't trust you, I just... well, I admit that I'm a little jealous, but don't be angry, if you rush over, I'll drive you ?"

"No need, the affiliated hospital is not far from this place, just a few steps away. Go back!"

"Xia Lin Yi Yi" Song Yan wanted to say something else, but Xia Lin didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with him, and left in a hurry without looking back.

This patient of Ke Mei actually knew Xia Lin as well.

On the first day Xia Lin entered the neurosurgery trainee, he saw his case - a late-stage intracranial tumor, which was very similar to his previous life.

It's just that the patient obeyed the family's arrangement and decided to take conservative treatment for a period of time. This is not because they have much confidence in conservative treatment, but because they are told the risk of surgical resection is too high.

But now, this patient has offered to have an operation, presumably because he couldn't bear the double torture of the body and mind caused by the conservative treatment day after day, so he decided to risk his life to fight for his future. Live it.

When Xia Lin arrived at the hospital, Ke Mei had already changed into the operating room.

Xia Lin only had time to ask, "What is the success rate?"

"Thirty percent." Ke Mei sighed, turned and walked in.

Several family members of the patients stayed outside the operating room, all of them were very silent. They had signed the notification letter for the family members, and they knew exactly what kind of risks they were facing.

Xia Lin walked into another surgery observation room, and two trainees from the same period were already waiting inside. When they saw Xia Lin come in, the three greeted each other and chatted a few words about the technical difficulties of this operation.Then stared intently at the screen.

What was displayed on the screen was the live recording of Kemei's operating room.

At this time, several protectors had already made full preparations for the operation. Ke Mei stood in the position of the chief surgeon, fully armed, with no expression on his face, which was covered by the mask, and the only pair of eyes that were exposed outside., quiet and solemn.

I saw him stretch out his palm and catch a scalpel handed over by the nurse next to him.