Chapter 771: Face Hurts, Si Fuqing’s Definition of “Doing Her Best” (1)

When Qin Yusong announced Si Fuqing’s name, Bai Jinxi finally felt at ease.

The recording ran continuously for twenty-four hours a day.

Given the importance of this surgery, the production team wouldn’t be able to edit out Si Fuqing’s mistakes to save her face.

Bai Jinxi entered the operating room first, with Wu Wanying assisting her.

From Team A, Lu Xingheng was also participating.

Before entering the operating room, Qin Yusong gave a final reminder, “Maybe you should go easy on them, don’t make them look too bad.”

Si Fuqing stood up and donned her sterile surgical gown. “Don’t worry, Teacher Qin. I will certainly do my best.”

Relieved by her words, Qin Yusong nodded, “Alright, go on in.”

Backstage, Director Qin couldn’t remain calm.

He had been briefed by Sang Yanqing on Si Fuqing’s so-called “do her best.”

Her “doing her best” had once resulted in her topping a Seven Schools Joint Examination.

What would this “doing her best” entail this time?

Director Qin could only pop a quick-acting heart relief pill from “Sisi Brand” and fix his gaze on the monitor displaying the footage from Operating Room 1.

Both patients had voluntarily accepted the surgery and were suffering from the same condition—upper limb venous thrombosis.

Si Fuqing’s patient was a fifteen-year-old girl who had developed the condition after a clavicle fracture caused by an accident.

Her parents were divorced and neglectful, leaving Qin Yusong to insist on her hospital admission.

“Does it hurt a lot here?” Si Fuqing bent down, her voice soothing. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt soon.”

The girl’s face was pale, but her eyes were bright. “I watched ‘Crossing the Demon Realm’ in the ward. You acted really well, I want to be like you.”

“Mhmm,” Si Fuqing smiled softly, “you’ll get better. I promise.”

Lu Xingheng glanced at her quietly, his eyelashes lowered.

Despite having spent many days together, he still couldn’t quite understand Si Fuqing.

She was young but exhibited a maturity far beyond her years.

He opened the toolbox, ready to assist Si Fuqing in completing the surgery.

Both surgeries were underway.

After a while, Cai Zhongnian arrived.

“Elder Cai,” several chief physicians stood up respectfully.

“Is the surgery over?” Cai Zhongnian nodded. “How are the patients?”

“Operating Room 1 is finished,” Qin Yusong replied. “You can go in, Elder Cai.”

Cai Zhongnian donned a sterile gown and led several chief physicians into the room.

The surgery had gone smoothly, and the girl was still asleep from the anesthesia.

The chief physicians exchanged surprised glances.

They had expected the interns to start the surgery at most, believing the rest would need a professional’s hand.

To their astonishment, Team A had completed the surgery flawlessly.

Cai Zhongnian immediately gave a perfect score.

Such a minor surgery was a piece of cake for Si Fuqing.

He glanced reproachfully at Qin Yusong.

Qin Yusong: “…”

How was this his fault?

“What about Operating Room 2?” Cai Zhongnian asked, looking up. “Why isn’t it finished yet?”

The patient in Room 2 also had upper limb venous thrombosis, but the condition was less severe than that of the patient in Room 1.

“The patient’s blood pressure suddenly dropped during the surgery, leading to massive bleeding,” a nurse hurried out to explain. “Dr. Zheng is handling it, and the patient is now stable.”

Bai Jinxi and Wu Wanying had already exited the operating room, looking embarrassed.

Surgery was like this—a small mistake could trigger a cascade of complications.

Bai Jinxi pressed her nails into her palm, feeling a burning sensation on her face as she glanced at Si Fuqing.

Had her surgery gone so smoothly?

She clenched her fists, nails dug into herp palm, her face stinging with shame.

Cai Zhongnian frowned and wrote “Fail” beneath Wu Wanying and Bai Jinxi’s names. “What are you standing here for? Go back and continue learning.”

Both Bai Jinxi and Wu Wanying’s faces turned red as they re-entered the operating room.

Cai Zhongnian, having come to see Si Fuqing, waved his hand after observing. “Continue evaluating the remaining surgeries. I’m borrowing two people.”

He led Si Fuqing and Lu Xingheng to his office, where Lin Qingchen was already waiting.

“The medical organization presented a challenge,” Cai Zhongnian said, pushing a document forward. “See if you have any ideas or solutions.”

Si Fuqing took the document, which detailed an issue concerning cell transplantation.

Lu Xingheng glanced at it.

Wasn’t this part of his exam content?

“I have an idea,” Si Fuqing said, grabbing a piece of draft paper. After a moment of contemplation, she began sketching her thoughts. “Elder Cai, take a look at this.”