Clang clang clang...
The office was utterly silent, save for the crisp sound of small, iron-sand particles being picked up and falling onto the metal tray.
Manager Yang had never witnessed such a scene before, and his expression twisted and changed following Yin Tian's every move.
Meanwhile, Qiao watched intently, slightly lifting his neck to see Yin Tian's surgical knife entering and exiting his chest.
Although he was used to rough tides and stormy weathers, the sight before his eyes left him at a loss for words.
He had never seen anyone treat a patient like this.
But the key point was...
He didn't feel the slightest discomfort!
Five minutes later.
On the tray in Yin Tian's hands, there were already over thirty iron sand particles stained with blood.
Yin Tian took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his brow.