Not long after Chief Ma’s surgery, he woke up.
Zhang Anmin, who was in charge of keeping watch, quickly sent a message to Ling ran. He then asked in a caring tone, “Chief Ma, how do you feel?”
“Did you perform the surgery?”Chief Ma looked around. His brain was also updating information in real-time.
Zhang anmin nodded and said, “The surgery was completed. There was very little blood loss during the surgery. It was only a little more than 100 milliliters, so there was no blood transfusion.”
Even though he was not at the level of a pure, blood-free immortal, he could only bleed to 100 milliliters during a liver tumor surgery. That was enough for him to brag about for a year.
Because of that, Zhang Anmin’s tone was solemn. His facial expressions and movements were relatively accurate. He felt very good about himself and bragged about Ling ran.
Chief Ma looked puzzled. “All surgeries require blood transfusions, right? Isn’t it better to have blood transfusions?”