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The Head Neurologist took off his surgical mask. His shirt under the surgical gown was completely soaked, but it wasn't just that he was tired. He was simply too excited and agitated to be able to witness the state-of-the-art skills as a doctor.

He couldn't stop smiling. "Success, the surgery is a huge success! I believe that even the greatest specialist from Beijing wouldn't have been able to pull it off so well."

Gu San was confused.

What?

A success?

Miss Qiao had successfully operated on Uncle Chen, and even won the praises of the Head Neurologist, saying that even a specialist from Beijing might not have been capable of this? This was... incredible?!

"What exactly is Miss Qiao's past? Since when did she have a medical background?" Gu San turned around to look at him and asked, "Master Wang, did you actually know about this?"

Ye Wangchuan smiled as he lowered his gaze to hide his dark and deep eyes. He did not seem surprised.

"I don't know."

Gu San was speechless.

was so confident in Miss Qiao just now,

Miss Qiao

"Ha."

deep and distant, and he sounded like he knew Qiao Nian very well. "She cares about Uncle Chen's condition way more than you do. If you aren't willing to take it lightly, she definitely wouldn't be making this decision without full confidence in herself. If she says she

expected Qiao Nian to

an expert couldn't stop praising

he felt pride rise inside him. It

patient is out of the woods now, he doesn't even have to be warded in the ICU. He will be

and Aunt Chen were delighted and heaved a sigh of relief. They couldn't stop thanking the doctor.

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Gu San's. The difference, however, was that they witnessed the surgery procedure by Qiao Nian with their own eyes, so they appeared more awed and

expression amongst them. Even though nobody noticed her now, nor did they remember what she'd said previously, her face was warm and red. It was as if she was stepping on nails-she simply could not bear to stand around here any longer. She hurriedly said to her colleague, "I'm

more warm