"Professor Tan Bolin, does your school substitute player have trained clinical skills before the game?" One of the leading professors stood up and asked.

Because everyone knows that if there is no training in clinical skills, he will definitely not, unless Qiao Yimo is a doctor himself.

Tan Bolin touched his nose with a guilty conscience, "No."

They are all substitute players, where is there any pre-match training!

"But..." Tan Binglinqiao hesitated for a while and added: "Just now she told me that she had watched a video of clinical practice."

As soon as these words came out, several professors laughed, "It doesn't necessarily mean that you will be able to see it. You can still get started with this thing."

Tan Bolin pursed his lips with a guilty conscience and stopped talking.

Now even the other leading professors laugh at him.

At this time, another professor stood up and smiled: "Then tell me, whose clinical skills have she seen before?"

This sentence was purely a deliberate ridicule, and Tan Bailin knew it himself, and he moved his lips. "She said she was cold-hearted."

Hearing that, several professors laughed again:

"Oh my God, Qiao Yimo has seen Leng Xin's clinical skills? I'm afraid he's joking."

"I'm just kidding, because in my impression, Leng Xin didn't even make such a video."

"That's right, and all Lengxin's materials and operation videos are encrypted, how could Qiao Yimo see it."

"Harm." One of the professors patted Tan Bolin on the shoulder, and comforted: "Fortunately, the judges this time are not cold-hearted. If cold-hearted finds out there are such unprofessional players, Qiao Yimo must be miserable."

Although these professors' remarks were ridiculous, they were also very reasonable. Naturally, Tan Bolin could not refute anything. He pursed his lips and did not speak.

He was indeed relieved when he heard that Leng Xin was not coming today.

Tan Bolin thought about this, and suddenly there was a cry from the audience, "Fuck, it looks professional."

Hearing this, Tan Bolin would naturally think that this person is Ouyang Biyun.

He slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the big screen.

But when he saw Qiao Yimo on the screen, Tan Bolin sighed slightly.

The girl is wearing a white coat and is undergoing auscultation of the patient's lungs.

Regardless of the technique or the operation, it looks very skilled, just like a professional doctor.

There is also a basic surgery station. Qiao Yimo chose the most difficult one, which is suturing.

She was holding the needle and thread in her hand and began to experiment with the props. No matter every step or technique, she looked really like a surgeon.

Even the audience in the audience couldn't help sighing: "Fuck, didn't Qiao Yimo have undergone pre-match training? Then how could she do this!"

"That's right, and the operation method is too skillful."

"Fuck, she's really professional, right?"

"What are you kidding? How could it be possible? Maybe you just watched this kind of video."

Qiao Yimo's series of magical operations have already made the public forget that Leng Xin did not come to be a judge.

Tan Bolin blinked, his expression unbelievable.

I have to say that even he admires Qiao Yimo's stitching technique and needlework.

Did she really watch Lengxin's practical videos?

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The other side.

"I'm done." After Qiao Yimo sewed the last prop, he put down his needlework and took off his gloves and took two steps back.

Several judges looked at each other, then nodded in satisfaction. JrNovels.com