"Xiangya Second Hospital and the Third Hospital aren't saying anything. If you've got the guts, why don't you come up with new techniques yourself?"
"Then let's just focus on participating. I guess the tendon suturing track will have the fewest people. The folks from Xiangya Second Hospital and the Third Hospital probably won't come over. No need to have bad scores."
"This time, only twelve people can advance to the semifinals in total, with only three from each track."
"Does Xiangya Hospital want to dominate everything?"
"That's not necessarily true. Xiangya Second Hospital's vascular handling skills are very strong. Officially, they are even stronger than Xiangya Hospital's. That's the mainstream in microsurgery competition."
"We're just here for show anyway..."
While listening, Lu Cheng moved forward in line, and the queue advanced quickly as well.
Around 7:40 AM, Lu Cheng signed his name after his own.
