Medical Path: Returning to the Path of God

[No system], [Counter routine], [Slap in the face] They are all returning to the present from the future, so how can they not travel from the past to the present? "Suture: pass. Knotting: pass. Deep operation: fail." Ranked last in the entry assessment, Renji Hospital came to the bottom of the pile. Only Lin Xiaohe himself knew that in his previous life, his name was Lin Shen, and he was the youngest chief neurosurgeon in the country. Three thousand surgeries were performed, without a single failure. Then he collapsed at the door of the operating room. The second assessment will be held a week later. The moment you get the needle holder, your muscle memory wakes up. Suturing, knotting, and deep manipulation—three in a row. Liu Jianguo stared at the transcript in silence for a long time. Zhao Lang's face was ashen: "It's impossible to practice like this in a week." Lin Xiaohe: "I practiced for sixty hours." Director Zhou Weiyuan only said: "It's a good thing to have good skills, and you can see the real results on the operating table." From first aid to independent surgery, from second level to fourth level, from this city to the whole country, from being questioned to being trusted. Someone asked him: "Why do you do that?" Lin Xiaohe wiped the scalpel: "With these hands. I have been practicing for twenty-five years."