Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!

Li Guotai thought Wu Bin was just being moody, and he said with a smile to comfort him:

"Wu Bin, we also take the incident of you waking up during surgery very seriously, that's why we immediately brought Doctor He Yong to apologize to you."

As soon as Li Guotai said this, all the netizens in the live broadcast room were shocked.

"Holy shit! Waking up in the middle of surgery? Did I hear that right?"

"So you mean Wu Bin became conscious during his open-chest surgery? Wouldn't that be incredibly painful?"

"The guy who said earlier that he envied Wu Bin, do you still envy him now?"

"Who would dare to envy this? Even the ten worst tortures pale in comparison to this!"

Just imagine, you're lying on the operating table, your chest cavity already opened, and the doctors are performing surgery on you.

Then, at that moment, the anesthesia wears off and you gradually regain full consciousness.

This scenario is too horrific, and just the thought of it makes netizens' scalps tingle!

Li Guotai spoke solemnly, "This time, it's considered a severe medical incident, so as the hospital's representative, we've decided to offer you five hundred thousand as a form of mental compensation."

"At the same time, after a unanimous decision in our hospital's internal meeting, we have decided to fire the anesthetist He Yong, and he will never be rehired."

One has to say, Li Guotai did understand the rules well.

Admitted faults were faults, no excuses, no shirking of responsibility.

Punishments were meted out as they should be.

Even though He Yong quickly took remedial action and administered more anesthesia to Wu Bin after he regained consciousness,

nonetheless, Wu Bin still went through tens of seconds of extreme pain, so much so that even now, he still shuddered at the memory.

With a thump,

He Yong knelt down at the foot of Wu Bin's bed, crying bitterly.

"Wu Bin, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I do not deserve to be a doctor!"

He Yong truly regretted it.

As someone who studied medicine, he was acutely aware of how terrifying it was for a patient to regain consciousness during surgery!

If it weren't for the surrounding doctors constantly comforting He Yong, he might have been on the rooftop by now.

Wu Bin originally had some grievances in his heart as well.

But seeing a grown man like He Yong crying so heart-wrenchingly, with no light left in his eyes, Wu Bin softened.

"Forget it, you didn't do it on purpose."

Wu Bin forgave him, but He Yong couldn't forgive himself, crying so hard that he was nearly collapsing.

Li Guotai made a gesture, and two nurses stepped forward to help He Yong up and led him out of the ward.

Seeing this, other medical staff in the corridor became tense.

Has Wu Bin had another incident?

After He Yong was taken away, Li Guotai sighed.

"Doctor He is actually a very skilled anesthetist, it's just that he didn't anticipate your resistance to the anesthetic to be so strong."

"If you undergo surgery again in the future, it will be troublesome."

Hearing Li Guotai say this, Wu Bin immediately put on a mask of pain.

"Director Li, how about you personally administer the anesthesia to me next time? A larger dose is fine, just don't let me wake up again; it really hurts."

Li Guotai waved his hands, refusing repeatedly.

He wanted to retire peacefully.

He didn't want to end up like He Yong, ruining his good name at an old age.

Li Guotai had more to say to Wu Bin, but Professor Zeng, who was holding documents next to him, was getting impatient.

"Director, we can continue the pleasantries later, we'd like to examine Wu Bin first to see how he's recovering."

Li Guotai nodded and stepped aside to give space.

The next second, Professor Zeng brought a group of doctors and nurses and set up a device to measure lung capacity on the bedside table.

A nurse handed a mouthpiece to Wu Bin.

"Wu Bin, take a deep breath first, and then blow into this, but only as much as you can. If your chest starts to hurt, stop blowing."

Wu Bin nodded, then took a deep breath.

Thirty seconds passed, and Wu Bin still held the mouthpiece without moving.

If it weren't for Wu Bin still blinking, everyone would have thought he had fallen asleep.

Professor Zeng said from the side:

"Wu Bin, are you ready to start blowing now?"

Hearing Professor Zeng say this, Wu Bin suddenly realized that he couldn't perform too extraordinarily.

After all, this was being broadcast live. If another Bai Tianyi were to be drawn in, how would he cope with that?

With this thought, Wu Bin took the mouthpiece and began to exhale.

All the professors from the respiratory department watched eagerly as the reading on the meter rose.

Considering how long Wu Bin had inhaled earlier, the lung capacity he was about to exhale must be astonishing!

Soon, the test data appeared.

Seeing the number displayed on the meter, the smile on everyone's face stiffened.

"4…400 milliliters?"

They even thought they had read it wrong.

Are you freaking kidding me?

My farts have more volume than that lung capacity of yours!

A group of professors were so anxious, clutching at their hearts and scratching their heads.

"That doesn't make sense; he took such a long breath earlier, how could it be just 400 milliliters?"

"Could there be a leak somewhere? Should we check it again?"

"Is this device broken? Should we bring over a new one instead?"

The old professors simply couldn't believe Wu Bin could only blow 400 milliliters.

After all, a normal person's fart is 500 milliliters of gas. If Wu Bin's breath was less than a fart, he would have been gone long ago, not still sitting here eating an apple.

Watching the professors seriously analyze the situation, Wu Bin felt awkward.

He had indeed intended to hide his skill, but it seemed to have backfired now.

"Dean Li, how much can a normal person typically blow?"

Li Guotai looked at Wu Bin with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"A normal person can typically blow about 10,000, and a more impressive one can reach 16,000."

Wu Bin uttered an "oh" in understanding.

Soon, a new testing device was brought over.

Professor Zeng scratched his ear in evident anxiety and said:

"Wu Bin, take your time with this attempt, no need to hurry."

Wu Bin nodded, took the mouthpiece, and began his second attempt.

Only this time, his eyes stayed fixed on the meter.

Quite quickly, the data from the second test was out.

Everyone was stunned, then burst into ecstatic joy!

"11,000! Wu Bin can actually blow 11,000!"

"I knew it, I knew our surgery was exceedingly successful!"

"Quick! Record this! Our research paper is set now!"

Looking at the group of deliriously happy professors, Wu Bin was dumbfounded.

"Isn't the norm 10,000? I'm just 1,000 over the norm; they don't have to be that overjoyed, do they?"

Nurse Yin Yourong blinked at him from the side.

"No, the lung capacity of a normal adult male is between 3,500 and 4,000. With specialized training, it can increase further."

"The world-renowned swimmer Phelps has a lung capacity of 15,000. Your lung capacity reaching 11,000 is already at the standard of a professional athlete."

"What?"

Wu Bin's head buzzed.

Human hearts are unfathomable!

I thought Li and I were in tune, but Li was playing mind games with me!

Taking advantage of my lack of medical knowledge, huh!

Li Guotai patted Wu Bin's shoulder and said with a meaningful smile, "I believe in Wu Bin, his potential is certainly more than this."

"But let's not continue testing today. Let's allow Wu Bin to rest for a bit."

Inside, Wu Bin was fuming.

You sly old fox, how cunning!