Chapter 90

"Hey? What's this?" An elderly man in his sixties, picked up the hand-drawn waveform diagram that Yang Luo had casually placed aside and said.

The middle-aged man pursed his lips, "A waveform diagram, do you need to ask?"

The old man frowned and looked at the middle-aged man, "I mean, is the current computer software that advanced? It can even draw a waveform diagram that's less than half complete."

The dozen or so people in the ward all leaned in, and someone said, "It's hand-drawn."

The dozen or so people looked closely, and indeed it was. Although the waveform diagram was drawn using a two-dimensional multiphase technique, it still had some differences from one drawn by a computer. However, it was enough to shock everyone. Only those in the field knew the value and difficulty of this hand-drawn waveform diagram. Even if they were tied together, they couldn't have drawn it.

The old man looked at Yang Luo in disbelief and asked, "You drew this?"

Tongtong, seeing the expressions on their faces, knew that the lines Yang Luo had drawn were definitely not simple. Hearing the old man's question, she jumped off the bed and said proudly, "Of course, it was drawn by Brother Yang. Or did you draw it?"

The dozen or so people looked at Tongtong, then turned their gaze back to Yang Luo. Seeing that Yang Luo didn't say anything, it meant he had tacitly accepted it.

The ward was silent, and Ouyang Hao looked at Tongtong with admiration. Tongtong, however, was excitedly watching the expressions on the dozen or so people's faces.

After a while, the middle-aged man said, "So what if it's just half a waveform diagram, what's so great about it?"

For some reason, when Tongtong heard someone say something bad about Yang Luo, she got angry, "It's not that great, but it's still half. Why don't you draw the other half?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth but swallowed his words. He was joking, right? If he could draw it, would he still be waiting until now? With just a hand-drawn waveform diagram, he could have been the top cardiologist.

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't speak, Tongtong didn't let it go, "Why aren't you talking? Aren't you very capable?"

Everyone looked at the middle-aged man, whose face was turning blue, and some even felt a bit schadenfreude.

The middle-aged man clenched his fists and glared at Tongtong. When had he ever been treated like this, especially at his age, when he was considered young and talented? Every day, he was flattered by the patients' families and accepted red envelopes with a clear conscience. But today, he was embarrassed by a little girl.

Tongtong raised her head and snorted provocatively, "If you can't do it, don't say such things. I really thought you were very capable, but you're just a fraud."

"You...," the middle-aged man pointed at Tongtong's nose, unable to speak.

Tongtong raised her face, "What do you mean, 'you'? Don't make a fool of yourself here. I'm starting to doubt if you're a quack, just here to eat and wait to die."

Yang Luo, listening, smiled slightly, "Tongtong! Shouldn't you be in class?"

Tongtong turned her head and said, "My classmate is sick, so of course, I have to stay here with him."

Ouyang Hao, hearing Tongtong's words, perked up, "Tongtong! Thank you for staying with me."

Yang Luo shook his head helplessly. Ouyang Hao was truly pitiful, falling for such a mischievous little girl. He must really be asking for trouble.