"Forceps... Cut… Wash…"
Ling Ran's surgery had always been extremely intense, and it could be said that it was like a race against time.
This kind of surgery made those who watched also feel very nervous.
After one surgery, Lu Wenbin and the others who were involved in the surgery breathed a sigh of relief, but they were not the only ones. The doctors who also watched the battle were also greatly relieved.
Doctor Zhou, in particular, relaxed. He wiped his forehead and thought, 'Next time, I don't want to watch Ling Ran's surgery anymore. It's even more tired than a political party's daily activity.'
As he thought about this, he inexplicably felt that he had been exploited.
It was not easy getting away from his work, and yet he did not manage to relax. Why did he bother coming here to suffer?
It was like setting the cart before the horse.
Translator's Note:
[1] Thenar eminence: the group of muscles on the palm of the human hand at the base of the thumb