Like Drinking Nectar

'He was a candidate for the Nobel Prize, so it is only right for him to have a soul as a scrub nurse. When would I be able to reach this stage...'

'Forget it, I cannot even independently host the national level scientific research.'

For scientific research of the doctoral thesis, the teacher brought his own name. He did not even have enough national-level scientific research, yet he still wanted to win a prize?

'Wasn't that nonsense?'

What was Soul Stage? It was right in front of him, but it was far away.

He was silent as he brought Xie Yiren to the hybrid operating room.

The moment he entered, Dong Jia saw that Su Yun was packing up the sterile surgical drapes. Was the thoracic surgery done? So fast?

How was the adhesion on the pericardium resolved?

Although he was not a thoracic surgeon, Dong Jia felt that he had missed out on 100 million yuan.

"Xie Yiren is here," Su Yun said as he glanced at Xie Yiren.