“Let’s call it a day for today’s surgery.”
When the last surgery of the day was almost completed, Ling ran conveniently tore off the surgical gown.
Zuo Cidian, who was still finishing up the surgery, felt a little unsatisfied. However, no matter how persistent he was, he could not say such tough words.
Another surgery might take an hour, or it might take three to four hours. It did not matter when he was in a good condition, but when he was in a bad condition, he would be so tired that he was half dead from performing another surgery.
Moreover, he was already feeling so tired that he was half dead.
“Then, I’ll send the patient to the resuscitation room later,”Zuo Cidian replied to Ling ran in a low voice.
Ling ran thought about it and looked at Zuo Cidian’s red eyes. In the end, he still considered for the patient and said, “If Ma Yanlin wants to be an assistant, let him go to the resuscitation room to watch over the patient.”