Monday morning, nearly eleven o'clock, in the cardiac surgery practice room!
"Dr. Gu, that looks awkward. Let me demonstrate..."
Yan Feifan stepped forward into the spot Dr. Gu Lin had vacated, holding surgical forceps and gesturing over the cadaver's heart.
"Mr. Gu, when suturing this vein, I suggest using a backhand stitch... If you use the needle like this, you won't get in Mr. Liang's way, and your own movements will feel much smoother."
When Yan Feifan stepped aside, Gu Lin took his place, picked up the suturing instruments again, and performed the procedure as Yan Feifan had just demonstrated.
"You're right, this feels much more natural."
Gu Lin nodded in agreement. He looked at Liang Zhao Kui across from him and chuckled. "Mr. Liang, operating together like this suddenly makes me feel like I'm dancing with my wife."
