'Tick-tock, tick-tock--'
The hour hand moved, stopping at the half-hour mark.
The class was already halfway through.
Gu Tong finally stood up and leisurely walked over to Sheng Yiweng.
She glanced at Sheng Yiweng's hand movements and said, "Be mindful of where you cut. If you draw lines, avoid the blood vessels, so you need to be steady!"
"Got it." Sheng Yiweng grasped the concept quickly, and his movements changed, focusing more on being steady.
"You didn't choose this elective entirely because of me, did you?"
Gu Tong picked up a piece of equipment from the tray, squeezed it casually, and then tossed it back.
Sheng Yiweng raised the scalpel and said, "Why do you ask that, Teacher?"
"Because of the order of things."
"Order?" Sheng Yiweng raised an eyebrow.
"I'm indeed a student of the Royal Medical College, but I'm not some celebrity!"
In other words, if you want to know everything about Gu Tong, there must be a reason.
