<h4>Chapter 941: Chapter 941: Expert Consultation</h4><h4></h4>


    Upon opening his eyes, he was startled to find himself surrounded by a group of doctors in white coats.


    "What are you all trying to do?"


    Judging by their aggressive demeanor, Bai Xiao must have made no mistake. What could these people possibly want?


    Wang Han’s hospital bed waspletely encircled.


    Present were Dr. Xue, Zhang Huan, and several top Directors specializing in Surgery. Nearly all the big names were here, with the ER nurses and doctors standing aside, awaiting an opportunity to lend a hand or show their faces—who knows, opportunities mighte forthter.


    At the very least, it was a chance to be familiar faces.


    Of course, the doctors who hade out of the operating room were still present. They understood Dr. Xue’s intention: to validate whether the surgery Bai Xiao conducted earlier had been sessful.


    All eyes were wide open. These were Dr. Xue’s talented disciples.


    Before leaving, Dr. Xue had personally warned them sternly: anyone who made baselessments was going to face the consequences of criticizing his prized pupil, Bai Xiao.


    Zhang Huan gave a detailed exnation of the case and concluded with a simple summary: the procedure involved a tendon repair of the right hand. For seasoned practitioners at this hospital, such a repair was trivial, barely qualifying as surgery. Everyone assumed Zhang Huan had performed it.


    After all, Zhang Huan was the one presenting the case. With such high-tier resources for a lowplexity surgery, no one dared question the hospital’s prime choice of surgeon—could there even be doubts over such a procedure?


    The Directors understood clearly: they were invited here to evaluate the suturing.


    The Directors began performing hand function assessments and tests. Since the patient had just undergone surgery, the movements were expected to remain minimal.


    One Director gently manipted Wang Han’s fingers, performing simple passive movements. Several nodded repeatedly—the patient was achieving decent results.


    Dr. Xue stared intently as the Directors instructed Wang Han to actively move his fingers, demonstrating each finger’s motion one by one. Despite being groggy, Wang Han tried his utmost to cooperate.


    Each faint movement was in ordance with their directions, though his fingers were swollen to resemble loaves of bread.


    Bai Xiao had only used a fraction of his special ability, avoiding aplete recovery—for if that happened, it would outright defy natural limits. But even now, it was enough to astonish people.


    "His fingers can actually form a fist! Although the motion is faint, it’s likely the best result achievable post-tendon repair. Sir, for the next couple of days, refrain from performing this action too frequently; tendon recovery requires caution and patience," the Directors advised with cheerful smiles. Zhang Huan’s handiwork on such a minor procedure was deemed an understatement of his skills.


    No one found anything to criticize.


    When testing the precision of finger pinching,teral pinching, and a few other movements, the results grew increasingly surprising.


    Everyone understood the typicalplications and residual effects associated with tendon suturing. "Dr. Xue, Director Zhang, this was an excellent surgery! Though the hand hasn’t fully recovered yet, the immediate post-op results already show promise. The patient performed the movements without strain, demonstrating outstanding early phase activity—far surpassing average results and showing vibrant voluntary capability.


    This validates the remarkable sess of this operation. Final recovery will depend on how rehabilitation progresses, but based on current observation, recovery of 80%-90% hand function is highly probable," stated the Directors.


    The surrounding doctors and nurses became momentarily speechless.


    What were they hoping for? To hear this operation had ws,cked perfection, or even might have failed?


    They knew wanting that critique was akin to pping the hospital’s reputation in the face.


    But this oue felt even worse—a mere entry-level surgical practitioner had outperformed the hospital’s seasoned doctors, rendering the years of their careership seemingly futile.


    These Directors and specialists were advanced in age, elite heads of their respective departments. After all, great doctors emerge through years of meticulous cultivation; brilliance isn’t achieved overnight.


    Thus, these experts were all over fifty, their seniority lending assurance to patients not only in skill but also in credibility.


    "Dr. Xue, Director Zhang truly lives up to being your senior-most disciple. Zhang has always been known as this hospital’s ’Golden Scalpel.’ And yet, you’ve made use here to evaluate his surgery—isn’t that undermining Director Zhang’s prestige?" said the experts, clearly seniors to Zhang Huan and contemporaries of Dr. Xue, speaking with familial warmth. Among them were several national award recipients with honorary benefits.


    Though their positions didn’t surpass Zhang Huan’s, their experience and privileges certainly matched his.


    Dr. Xue couldn’t hide his smug grin. "I know exactly who Zhang Huan is. But to be clear, this surgery wasn’t performed by him. Don’t shower him in undue praise, because even at his best efforts, this is as good as it gets."


    The Directors paused in surprise. Someone had already pieced it together: given Dr. Xue’s penchant for protecting his disciples, bringing them here was partly for validation and partly for boasting. Surely, this surgery had been conducted by another one of Dr. Xue’s protégés.


    If their guesses were correct, it must be a neer—someone recently entering the field. If it were an elder disciple, they’d likely already know the name and reputation; there’d be no need for evaluation.


    "Dr. Xue, is this one of your newly recruited disciples? You old fox keep quietly hoarding talented individuals under your wing, depleting our ranks while we struggle to find sessors. You’ve gotten used to hogging promising students, leaving us empty-handed!" Expert Alpha chided.


    "Expecting him to care about us is wishful thinking. This sly devil—you see the caliber of students under his guidance? Practically the cream of the crop from every Medical College. Meanwhile, the scraps left behind for us couldn’t even boost our reputations. Why isn’t our prestige as high as his? Well, it’s obvious—it’s because his disciples are leagues ahead of ours," Expert Betained, revealing their umted grievances against Dr. Xue.


    "Out with it already. Stop keeping us in suspense—who’ve you snatched up from Medical College this time? Looks like they’re truly exceptional. The suturing method doesn’t align with conventional techniques, but the oues clearly surpass typical surgical results.


    Based on the patient’s current progress, full hand function recovery isn’t out of the question. However, I’ve reviewed thetest batch of Med School students and didn’t find any astounding prodigies," Expert Gamma mused.


    Dr. Xue chuckled with satisfaction; refusing to downy his achievements was simply in his nature.


    He had lived a lifetime of unting excellence, reveling in being at the pinnacle of attention.


    And at his age, it was unlikely he’d change. Besides, why would a medical authority at his level need to?


    "I recently took in a final disciple—a Medical University postgraduate trainee named Bai Xiao. Today’s surgery was performed by Bai Xiao," Dr. Xue announced, proud to spotlight his pupil’s aplishments.


    Everyone was taken aback.


    A Medical University trainee—this was entirely unexpected.