Qian Xisheng raised his eyebrows, frowning into a dangerous shape, he took a deep breath, looked at Ye Qingsoul coldly, and asked in a cold voice, "What do you have to say?"

"I'll tell you beforehand, the situation is urgent, and death is on its way. If it's because of your delay, you'll be responsible for the consequences!"

His words seemed to be a warning, but in fact, he had bad intentions, and he faintly meant to lead the water of disaster to Ye Qing's soul.

The situation was urgent, and no one else realized it, but Ye Qingsoul was not a fool.

He frowned slightly, he secretly despised Qian Xisheng's shamelessness and cowardice, but he didn't care about it, and said coldly: "I know where the problem comes from!"

"You know?"

Qian Xisheng was stunned for a few seconds, and then his face suddenly became strange, and he sneered, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, and pointed at Ye Qingsheng's nose and said, "We don't know where the problem comes from, but you have already seen it?"

"Who do you think you are? Do you really think of yourself as a savior? I have put up with you for a long time!"

He suddenly slapped the scalpel in his hand and whispered angrily.

Ye Qingsoul glanced at him coldly, didn't bother to say, directly put on the white coat on the side, disinfected gloves, and then strode to the operating table, and picked up a sharp scalpel.

"What are you going to do!"

Qian Xisheng's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop it.

"Get out of the way!"

Ye Qingsoul's eyes narrowed slightly, and he drank coldly, and the fingertip scalpel flew dexterously, and in an instant, there was a master's temperament that spread out, and Qian Xi was stiffly suppressed.

His face changed slightly, and he looked at Ye Qingsoul's hand holding the scalpel as if he was a ghost, only to see that it was steady and steady, not moving at all, like a sculpture, without the slightest trembling.

"Bow Holding...... This kid really knows how to use a scalpel?"

Several other people around were also surprised to see Ye Qingsoul behaving like this, and they all looked strange, but they all stopped talking, and they were invisibly infected by the kind of bearing that Ye Qingsoul exuded, and they trusted him.

Ye Qingsoul's index finger lightly touched the back of the knife, and the thumb and middle finger pinched the handle of the knife, which is the most common way to hold the knife in surgery, called "bow holding style", which is specially used to draw a long skin incision, or an incision of the rectus abdominis muscle.

Don't look at this technique seems to be no difficulty, but ordinary doctors, after a few years, the heat is really not good, after all, cutting the skin is not easy, although the scalpel is sharp, but if the direction of the force is not well controlled, at some times this sharpness is a burden.

What's more, Ye Qingsoul's wrist was extremely stable, and the hand holding the knife seemed to be frozen, and he didn't tremble at all.

Just looking at his gesture, everyone around the entire operating table was stunned, and for a while their views on this seemingly ordinary young man were refreshed.

Several young assistants were even more surprised and adoring. The hand is so stable that even some senior experts are difficult to match, and even ...... Director Qian's hands don't seem to be stable to this extent, this, this is clearly a great god!

Ye Qingsoul ignored the emotions of these people, his eyes were bright, his gaze swept over Shen Xi's body, and finally fixed on a sutured wound on his left waist.

Without saying much nonsense, he went straight to the knife and removed the sutures with great precision, and in an instant, the wound was faintly cracked.

This crisp and neat knife technique, I can see that the eyes of several people around are full of brilliance, and I am fascinated, and I can't wait that the person who is in charge of the knife at this moment is himself.

The so-called layman looks at the doorway, and the insider looks at the excitement. The autopsy scene may be bloody and horrific for ordinary people, but for doctors who deal with this kind of thing every day, it is very interesting.

Especially when you see the exquisite knife skills of some masters, it is like a beautiful enjoyment.

Qian Xisheng used to be in surgery, and he was known for his dexterity, and only he could deal with many difficult injuries, and it was likely that there would be big problems if someone else came over.

But at this moment, just looking at Ye Qingsoul's kung fu, he was ashamed of himself.

"How can this kid be so skillful? Did he start holding a scalpel from his mother's womb?"

Qian Xisheng's mood was complicated, and he even vaguely suspected that Ye Qingsoul might have been sent by other hospitals to smash the field.

With this kind of knife technique, how can he be an unknown person? No matter which hospital it is, I am afraid that he will have to fight for his head!

"Hmph...... Maybe it's just that he is more skilled at cutting through the skin, after all, he is so young and can have several surgeries?"

"It's very likely that I've been in charge of this work before, and I have a bit of talent, plus practice makes perfect!"

"I don't believe he's so comfortable with separating blood vessels and dealing with hollow organs!"

Qian Xisheng thought unconvinced.

As a result, I saw that in the next second, Ye Qingsoul's knife holding posture changed again, from "holding the bow" to "reverse picking".

It's still so stable, like a programmed robot, meticulous, without the slightest deviation.

The sharp scalpel, deftly penetrating into the wound and picking open the blood vessels, like a dancer dancing on the tip of the knife, has a sense of beauty above the limit.

"6 Ah, this is the operation...... You can't do it after twenty or thirty years of hard work, can you?"

"What nonsense, this little guy looks like he's in his early twenties at most!"

"Is this the gap between geniuses and mortals? I am almost thirty years old after studying medicine, and the anti-provocation style is not as good as half of others!"

"Hehe, maybe people are better at operating with their feet than us!"

......

Several assistants couldn't help but whisper, and they already admired Ye Qingsoul to the extreme.

Although they are assistants, they still have the vision they should have, and they can naturally see that in terms of technique alone, Ye Qingsoul is no worse than Qian Xisheng!

Qian Xisheng's face was extremely complicated.

Although the assistants were not loud, the operating room was extremely quiet, and to him, it was clearly audible.

This is not Chi Guoguo's slap in the face, what is it?

"Damn, this kid, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, isn't ...... good thing"

He was resentful in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel sour, seeing that Ye Qing's soul movement did not stop at all, and went directly deep, although there were no problems at present, he couldn't sit still.

If this continues, his assistant will be conquered by this kid!

"Hey!"

He couldn't help but shout: "If you go in again, you will touch the organs, and now the wound is too small, even if you have superb knife skills, it is inevitable that you will make mistakes, in case you hurt the organs, with the patient's condition, it is very likely that you will not be able to afford it!"

He had a cold voice and wanted to show his authority.