After all, Chen Luo now counted as the direct superior of several people.
However, Chen Luo rather decisively rejected everyone's applications to become assistants, along with their requests to watch up close.
Although Chen Luo's special circumstances were due to his own abilities, there was no denying that several Flame-Chasers had indeed been born under his hands.
And they all seemed quite powerful.
Although Fire Moth followed the path of science, people working in a field as mystical as Hyper-Evolution Surgery were bound to believe in something.
Chen Luo definitely had the skill, and he also had luck, so everyone wanted to observe his techniques up close. Maybe they could rub off on some European Emperor luck and increase the frequency of Flame-Chasers appearing under their own hands?
Although surgeries like Hyper-Evolution Surgery had never caused doctor-patient disputes, because those undergoing the operation either died or lived. There was simply no such thing as failure.
Those who survived had struck it rich and naturally would not hold it against the doctor, while there was even less to say about the dead.
But at this stage, every doctor capable of performing fusion surgeries was highly skilled. Even if the success rate of fusion surgery was unrelated to their performance evaluations, no doctor wanted to watch people die under their hands every day.
For doctors in the Hyper-Evolution Surgery field, psychiatrists were their best friends.
"Question: Why did you specifically choose to personally perform fusion surgery on this person?" Chen Luo asked Prometheus No. 17, his assistant for this fusion surgery.
This was Prometheus No. 17's backup body. Dr. Mei had once promised Chen Luo that if he worked in this office, she would send Number 17's backup body to assist him, and Dr. Mei had kept her word.
Prometheus No. 17