The locker room remained dimly lit.
Lan Yuan and Huang Jianjun stood back to back with others, not worried about being watched.
Lan Yuan laughed lightly to break the ice, "Director Huang, this Lu Cheng, he's got something, doesn't he?"
"Finally solved the problem."
The atmosphere was a bit silent, and Huang Jianjun, who was deep in thought, didn't have a good temper, "Did you really understand? You're that happy."
"Do you really think that Lu Cheng's technique is exceptionally superior?"
Lan Yuan's expression stiffened slightly, his faint smile becoming awkward.
Dou Kongyue, who was with Wu Xiang's deputy chief physician, was burly and tall, with a rumbling voice, "Director Huang, how can Lu Cheng's film reading skill be so abnormal?"
"Seeing the tendon outline from a straight X-ray, this level, I've only ever heard the big shots boast at conferences, yet they can't make sense of it."
