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"Should we prepare in advance? It seems he’s not planning to hold a meeting. He should organize a discussion about Zhu Xing’s medical case and how pediatric heart transplantation is done," Wei Shangquan said, noting that he had been waiting since last night, originally thinking that Cao Zhao would soon announce the pre-surgery discussion time for Zhu Xing.

Student Wei is really too impatient. The best time for a pre-surgery discussion is right before or just a day before the operation—this way, the conclusions align more closely with the patient’s current condition. Clinically, this approach is always taken.

The other students have long noticed that Student Wei Shangquan has shown an extraordinary concern for young Zhu Xing.

"Do you have some special feelings for this child?" Sherlock Holmes Student Pan asked Student Wei.

For a doctor to have special feelings for a particular patient is not ideal, as it might affect their usual judgment as a doctor.

"No," Wei Shangquan waved his hand to deny, emphasizing, "I think he should be more proactive. Mother Zhuxing and Zhu Xing trust him a lot; he should at least give the patient and family more confidence."

"What do you want him to do?" Wen Rou Student Pan couldn’t help but laugh, feeling that Student Wei seemed ready to wave a bull whip at the Immortal Brother teacher’s rear.

Wei Shangquan murmured sincerely, "Let him post it like an advertisement poster."

This definitely doesn’t match the style of the Immortal Brother. Xie Wanying dared to guarantee it. Because Senior Cao is famously brilliant at Guo Xie Neurosurgery Department, but to have Senior Cao advertise himself? He would absolutely refuse.

Some doctors like to self-promote in a high-profile way. Others prefer to work quietly. It’s just a difference in natural character. The Cao Family clearly belongs to the latter type.

"People come right up to him, and he still acts like a turtle hiding in its shell?" Wei Shangquan said, disliking Cao Zhao’s style. Saying it’s about staying away from worldly competition, but it’s really like a turtle. If you admit defeat and surrender first, of course, there’s no competition.

When the three of them were discussing, it seemed someone nearby was listening to their conversation. When the three realized it, they turned their heads.

In the busy corridor, at the stairway entrance diagonally opposite, stood a man, clearly a clinical teacher, with sharp, classic features standing out like a crane among chickens. The white coat was worn neatly like a business elite. He had the same striking looks as the Immortal Brother, just a completely different style.

This face was truly impressive. The three students thought it seemed familiar. Suddenly, they recalled and looked back at the big news poster.

The poster featured a photo of celebrity doctor Dr. Mu, matching the real face opposite them exactly.

Student Wei was the first to panic, turning and running away. Seeing this, the other two had no choice but to chase after him. They ran to the corridor’s end and into another floor and stopped, panting and exchanging glances when they were sure no one was following.

What had they done?

Discussing their teacher’s rival right in front of them? And that rival is also someone they couldn’t afford to offend.

"Did I say anything bad about him?" Student Wei nervously asked, wiping the sweat from his face.

"Probably not," Xie Wanying calmly recalled for her classmates.

For her to say no, however, the other two students weren’t so confident. Student Xie’s way of thinking in this area has always differed from others.

Wei Shangquan only remembered saying the most, nearly scaring himself to death, clutching his chest.

The other two noticed his pale face and quickly went over to pat his back, helping him catch his breath.

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