514 Extra: Sunday's Intention

Ivy thought that her speed of stitching was already the best in her industry, but when she saw Sunday, she could only see the shadow of her fingers flying.

Of course, there were still big differences between two hundred years of training and two decades of training.

There was an incredible sigh in Ivy's ears. "Ivy, maybe she's really not bragging." After a while, "Master is here."

The door of the operating room opened. When Edwin entered the house, the sound of clicking was very loud. Some people were startled and looked up at the door. There were also many people who continued their work, and Sunday was one of them.

She lowered her head, the stitching speed didn’t slow down, she was focused and dignified, and no other voices could be heard in her ears. Even Edwin asked her, "Everyone's heart is different. I haven't seen any instrument to detect the position of the heart valve. Is this your medical ethics?"

She turned a deaf ear until she stitched up the rabbit. She pressed the rabbit's chest carefully while answering the question just now by Edwin, "The position of the heart will of course vary from person to person, but no matter it is human or animal, that position can be sensed. The rabbit's anesthesia time should only be thirty minutes. If I wait for the instrument to determine the location of his injury before the operation, the anesthetic time will pass. I am afraid it will cause heartache at that time. I have a way to make sure of its heart location, I can save it, why should I waste that time?!"

"Arrogant!" Ivy almost laughed at her confidence, "How can you have such confidence that you can determine the position of its heart by touching it with your hand?"

Sunday did not immediately answer her question. Because she saw the bunny opening her eyes, her body trembled violently.

The rabbit was comatose not only because of heart damage, but also because of anesthesia. Now the anesthesia finished, and the operation was also wound. The rabbit should be in pain now.

Sunday took medical gauze to wrap the rabbit's wound, straightened up, turned to laugh at Ivy, "Just practice makes perfect ..."

Her ending voice came down, because at that time she saw Edwin standing in front of her.

All her self-confidence and arrogance disappeared as soon as she saw him. Her eyes were at a loss, "Master Be, Beck, Beck ..."

No words were spoken for a long time, but her tears flowed down.

She saw him, face to face, no more than twenty centimeters apart. His breath stayed in front of her, and his eyes fell on her, although with judgment, she was extremely satisfied and extremely happy.

She had secretly loved him for so many years, and today she could finally talk to him face to face.

Edwin's attitude was very kind. He ignored her tears and his voice was cold. "You are very confident."

Sunday couldn't say a word, her mind was blank. He said she was confident, did he mean that she wasn't even thinking considerately?

It seemed as if the millennium's waiting had become true, but it was really almost fake, which made her fainted.

She should wake herself up.

Edwin glanced at her, dismissing her reaction. In the past two years, he had seen countless female doctors like Sunday.

Ivy was also a little disappointed with Sunday. She was still very surprised when she saw Sunday stitching skills. Now it seemed that she was another suitor for Edwin.

Even Erie sighed, "Unfortunately, the master doesn't like to keep those who adore him, this Sunday, she is really a pity."

Sure enough, in the next second, Sunday heard Edwin’s cold voice, "Thank you for coming to the interview."

After speaking, he turned and left.

He was expecting something from her, but her obsession was too obvious. He didn’t exclude marriage and love, but excluded the status that mixed the public and private emotion.

He didn't want a female assistant to stare at himself during surgery and forget to hand the surgical forceps.

Sunday chased subconsciously, "Master Beck ..."

It seemed the woman who came to the master's back worth.

Ivy stopped Sunday in disgust. "Are you Sunday? You didn’t past the first test, you can leave now."

"Why? I completed the mission and rescued the rabbit." Sunday was confused.

"Because Doctor Beck wants an assistant, not a girlfriend."

Ivy's words made everyone laughed, everyone laughed so disdainfully.

Sunday didn't understand the complexity of human beings, and blushed bluntly, "I want to be his assistant, and also his girlfriend, can’t I?"

Sunday was not a cheeky person, but her words were very shameful, at least Ivy and everyone thought so.

It was not only shameless but stupid to show her intentions in such an obvious manner.

The interviewers here did come for Edwin personally, but who would show this mind on their face.

Sunday didn't think it was ridiculous. The King of the Sea and the Queen supported her, and she couldn't give up. Especially the Queen had sent the resume for her, she couldn't let her down.

Sunday looked at Ivy and asked, "Just now when you called me, you said that I can enter the next round as long as I pass the initial test. Why don't your words count?"

"Because Doctor Beck has just told you in person that you cannot be his assistant."

"He just thanked me for the interview and didn't say that I hadn't passed the first test." Sunday certainly understood the meaning of Edwin's sentence, but she would not quit. She must stay as his assistant.

She believed that no one in this world could beat her medicine except Edwin and her aunt.

This was a completely shameless desire to stay, and some people couldn’t stand it anymore. And persuaded her, "Even if you go to the last round, Doctor Beck is unlikely to accept you."

"Then I have to go to the last round!"

Edwin saw her insistence from the surveillance and waved at Erie.

Erie said to Ivy, "Ivy, don't waste time. Let her go to the next round."

Today, there were six consecutive operations arranged in total. The first was to test everyone's medical ethics, patience, physical strength, endurance, and ability to respond on the spot.

A doctor might sometimes need to perform a surgery that lasted up to twenty-seven hours. Physical strength and endurance were all important.

They had to say that Sunday was an excellent surgeon, whether it was cardiac surgery or neurosurgery, almost no surgery could stump her.

And her body seemed to be equipped with a switch. As soon as she lowered her head, she seemed to be another person. She was no longer the idiot who looked at Edwin carefully, but a super female hero who was better than two or three people.

Seven hours, four operations. There was a maximum of fifteen minutes of rest between sessions. There was only one person from start to finish, from identifying the cause of the illness to the operation.

By the fifth operation, there were only four people left. The other three were boys, only she was a girl.

They used to think that she was an original idiot but now they gradually worshiped her.

In the fifth operation, they interviewed no longer animals but humans.

It was not a major operation that required a craniotomy, but it was very urgent!