Ling Ran drew a long incision and threw aside the scalpel before he raised his head and glanced at the visitation room.
He just wanted to exercise his neck with the mindset of warming up before the surgery. After all, when a surgeon stood before the operating table, it was not good for him to move his body as he pleased, except for his neck.
From the perspectives of the other three foreign doctors, however, he looked as if he was already asking for help.
Faulkner, who was in his fifties, could not help but feel kind of sorry for Ling Ran. 'Such a good young man is going to sacrifice himself for us.'
Faulkner subconsciously stood up. He inserted his hands into his pockets and showed a cool face while he looked down at Ling Ran.