"Ding dong! The surgery was a success, and the beginner's task has been accomplished, with a reward of forty thousand points."
Having washed his hands, Yang Ping returned to the operating room.
"Post-surgery routine is as usual." Yang Ping instructed.
The patient was wheeled out of the operating room in a wheelchair, and Jiahui cleaned up the unused consumables, preparing to take them back. Boss Cheng had just felt a bit dizzy, not noticing Yang Ping had already left to wash his hands, or else he would've accompanied him out.
Upon hearing Yang Ping's voice, he immediately turned around, steadied his shaking mind, and grabbed Yang Ping's hand: "Dr. Yang, thank you so much for today, I truly appreciate it!"
Due to the technical gap, Boss Cheng felt himself to be a level below Yang Ping, his admiration was compelling.
Once one starts to admire another, a sense of equality within them naturally disappears.