Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

The Functional Laboratory Building is the undergraduate teaching building of the Provincial People's Hospital!

It was almost midnight, and the ceiling lights weren't very bright at that moment.

Therefore, Zheng Mengxian couldn't see Guo Ziyuan's specific appearance at all; he could only see a tall and burly figure.

After walking to Guo Ziyuan's side, An Yue thought for a moment and asked, "Is it really okay to go after the holiday?"

"That's what my advisor said; he wouldn't go so far as to make fun of me."

"I'm just waiting to be fed; you can't make me feel certain," Guo Ziyuan said calmly.

An Yue quickly changed his tone, "I'm sorry... Dr. Guo, I wasn't questioning you."

Guo Ziyuan waved his hand dismissively: "Uh...it's nothing."

"Dr. An, shall we walk back together? Could you tell me the details of the experiment?"

"Okay!" An Yue nodded.

Although Guo Ziyuan is also bad, at least his badness is genuine.

At this moment, An Yue remembered what Guo Ziyuan had said: every year there are girls who turn eighteen, and he himself had already passed the age of eighteen for eight years.

This person is definitely not a good person!

Zheng Mengxian approached and watched as An Yue was about to follow a stranger, which surprised him.

He approached and extended his hand: "Excuse me, sir?"

"Hepatobiliary Surgery, Zheng Mengxian"

In his view, the people who should be able to talk to An Yue should be his colleagues from the same hospital.

Although Guo Ziyuan is not very old, he may still be someone who has completed an eight-year doctoral program and stayed on at the hospital. It's just unknown which department he came from.

Guo Ziyuan chuckled and extended his hand, "Dr. An, is this your friend? Aren't you going to introduce him to me?"

"Trauma Surgery, Guo Ziyuan"

"Hello, Brother Zheng." Guo Ziyuan said in a generous tone and extended his hand skillfully.

This really was Zheng Mengxian, the little brother he knew in his previous life.

Although Zheng Mengxian is older than him, Zheng Mengxian has always called Guo Ziyuan "Brother Guo".

The two don't know each other now, and you can't hit someone who's smiling at you.

Zheng Mengxian quickly smiled and said, "Oh, you're from the orthopedics department. I was wondering why you're so burly, with those muscles in your arms."

Zheng Mengxian is not short, standing at 1.78 meters, but he is only half a head shorter than Guo Ziyuan.

When Zheng Mengxian and Guo Ziyuan talked about this, Guo Ziyuan wasn't afraid anymore: "Hey! ~ Poor people, we only do manual labor."

"We can't compare to Brother Zheng, you guys do technical work."

"They look like muscles, but they're actually the result of life's hardships. There's nothing we can do about it."

"We need to make a living too."

A general surgeon said that orthopedic surgeons are carpenters? They only do manual labor?

Okay, I'll tear it open and show you.

Zheng Mengxian's mind raced; he'd never heard of such a statement before. His expression tightened slightly: "Brother Guo is joking. Muscles and body are your own; they're the foundation of your success."

Finding this topic unproductive, Zheng Mengxian quickly changed the subject: "I just heard that you're going to work on a research project with Xiao An, Brother Guo?"

"Where are we going?"

Guo Ziyuan raised his chin: "Oh... you mean doing research? Actually, it's just hanging out with Dr. An and having a drink."

"His research topic is diabetic foot, which happens to be a comorbid disease in our trauma surgery."

"My advisor gave us directions; let's go together to a prefecture-level city hospital to collect some data."

Guo Ziyuan confirmed one thing: Zheng Mengxian is indeed a hepatobiliary surgeon now, but he will become a respiratory physician in a few years.

And the "little witch" he mentioned who crippled his hand is probably no stranger.

An Yue is ruthless, and Zheng Mengxian is quite young now...

Zheng Mengxian suddenly rummaged through his memories: "Among the trauma surgeons who have stayed at this hospital in recent years, I don't think Brother Guo is one of them?"

They were all from the surgical system, and Zheng Mengxian knew all the chief residents of each specialty.

He just wanted to pursue An Yue; he's not brainless.

His memory is excellent; he even managed to recall that Guo Ziyuan was not among the new recruits in the orthopedic trauma surgery department this year.

I've never seen team building before!

Zheng Mengxian brought it up, and Guo Ziyuan said frankly, "I'm still studying... I'm a student at this college."

Zheng Mengxian's face twitched at least seven or eight times. He looked Guo Ziyuan up and down, and his tone relaxed: "Brother Guo is amazing! He's still studying, and he's already thinking about doing research with Dr. An."

Guo Ziyuan was not intimidated at all: "It was all thanks to the teachers who made the connections. I don't have much talent for scientific research, and it's too difficult to get by on my own, so I can only think of other ways."

"Brother Zheng, are you going the same way?"

Zheng Mengxian put his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes, and said in a light tone, "Xiao Guo, well, what happens in society has nothing to do with you students!"

"I think you're a sensible brother, there's no need to make things difficult for yourself just to save face."

Guo Ziyuan waved to An Yue, signaling An Yue to go out first.

An Yue, of course, instinctively took a few steps away.

However, considering the difference in status between Guo Ziyuan and Zheng Mengxian, she paced back and turned around: "Mr. Zheng, you'd better have some sense of boundaries. This hospital isn't your private property."

Zheng Mengxian didn't look at An Yue, and said bluntly, "This is none of your business!"

Guo Ziyuan smiled and said, "Brother Zheng? What do you mean by that? I don't understand."

Zheng Mengxian raised his chin, meeting Guo Ziyuan's gaze at eye level: "You want to climb up by stepping on me? To shield others from trouble?"

"A hero saving a damsel in distress?"

I'm a hero saving a damsel in distress? I'm a brother who pulls out of a den of vipers, what do you know?

Guo Ziyuan shook his head, his tone casual: "Brother Zheng, look at you, you seem so easygoing, how could you be a problem?"

"Aren't you and Dr. An friends?"

"I happen to know Dr. An, and we've talked about things before, so I just said hello."

"We're all young people, there's no such thing as stepping on others."

"The old almanac system is not allowed to be passed down among us young brothers."

"Right, Brother Zheng?" Guo Ziyuan, acting as if they were old friends, completely ignored Zheng Mengxian's words.

The more Guo Ziyuan spoke casually and casually, the more uneasy Zheng Mengxian felt.

Why is Guo Ziyuan so confident?

A student from our college, upon encountering me, not only showed no fear or nervousness, but instead skillfully refuted my words, constantly offering me a way out.

What kind of reliance does this have?

You can't make Guo Ziyuan look like that by just bragging.

Zheng Mengxian decided to set up a defense first, and then probe further: "Just now, brother, you were impulsive and spoke without thinking!"

"Dr. Guo, shall we get to know each other again?" He extended his hand again.

Guo Ziyuan continued to shake hands with Zheng Mengxian: "Trauma Surgery, Master's degree, my teacher is Ding Xianqi, and my grandmaster is Huang Zhao."

As Guo Ziyuan spoke, he instinctively startled Zheng Mengxian, causing him to exert a little force.

This wasn't because he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for Guo Ziyuan; he was genuinely taken aback by Guo Ziyuan's swaggering and domineering manner.

What the heck? He's just a master's student?

Of course, Guo Ziyuan didn't indulge him. He used his strength to give Zheng Mengxian a pinch, correcting his grip, and then released his grip.

Although in our past life you were my little brother and we had a good relationship, I'll give you a hand.

I can't suffer in silence.

"Brother Guo, that's not fair of you!"

"If I were smaller today, you would have crushed me." Guo Ziyuan's tone was not very polite.

"You're very busy, and it's getting late. Dr. An and I have other things to discuss, so we won't disturb your work any longer."

Guo Ziyuan was about to leave after he finished speaking.

"Wait a minute..." Zheng Mengxian thought to himself, "Are you leaving already?"

"What's up, Brother Zheng? Are you going to treat me to a late-night snack?"

"It's definitely not that they don't want me to leave." Guo Ziyuan shrugged his latissimus dorsi muscles and then clenched his fist.

He's not afraid of fighting.