It felt like a dream came true when Xiang Xueming stood in front of the operating theater.
Under the green and blue draping was a patient who was still alive and breathing. The anesthetist was real, and the number on the life-support machine was real too...
"It's real surgery." Xiang Xueming took a deep breath. This was it. There was fresh air in the operating theater and no pungent smell of formalin at all.
"Student, please help me add another footstool." Yu Yuan came in slightly late, and the height of the operating table had been increased by Ling Ran to the extent where Yu Yuan could not reach even with one footstool.
Yu Yuan did not even bat an eyelid when she saw that she needed another footstool. After all, she needed a footstool as well when she operated with other normal doctors. There was no difference between putting one or two footstools next to the operating table.