Yang Ping goes to the Imperial Capital Xiehe Hospital once a month, where there's a dedicated Orthopedics Ward for his teaching.
The old building of Xiehe was constructed in the fifties, its exterior walls covered with ivy. At this season, the leaves haven't fully grown, and some areas of the hallway walls have peeling paint, revealing mottled bricks inside. However, the Operating Room has been newly renovated, with equipment even newer than Sanbo's.
Yang Ping walked into the doctor's office in the ward, where it was already crowded.
The young doctors stood in their White Gowns, neatly arranged in two rows. Some held thick medical cases; others carried notebooks. One seemed nervous, rubbing hands secretly, since Professor Yang is a top-tier doctor, which naturally made the younger doctors a bit anxious.
Upon seeing Yang Ping enter, everyone straightened up.
"Hello, Professor Yang!"
The greeting was so synchronized that it seemed rehearsed.
Yang Ping nodded: "Hmm, let's begin."
