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Tan Zhonglin has been in particularly good spirits lately!
He's been devoutly practicing the Chen method these past few days, getting thoroughly lost in a sea of pig trotters—Heaven knows what he's gone through.
As the saying goes, a sharp sword is forged by grinding, and tendon surgery springs from pig trotters!
The more bitter the toil,
the closer to the superior man one becomes!
Many a pig trotter he ate,
the deeper his understanding of tendons became.
The only thing souring Tan's mood was the cost; with the rising prices of pig trotters, his pocket money dwindled.
Having finally dealt with the department's work, Tan Zhonglin decided to go to the Provincial Second Hospital to show off his skills to Director An!
To go head-to-head with An Yanjun in the major leagues, and vie for that position as Chen Cang's assistant.
Just thinking about An Yanjun's surprised face when he saw him using the Chen method, Tan couldn't help the surge of smugness.