Ouyang Kan squirmed awkwardly, and the stool he was sitting on was creaking from the movement of his buttocks.
He was tall and was of above-average weight. Right now, he was curling himself up like a ball, and he looked like a large chunk of flesh that weighed heavily on the tiny stool. At least, it looked like this from Su Jiafu's perspective.
Unless the surgeons had to carry out the surgery while sitting down, the stools in the operating theater were prepared for anesthetists, anyway. At times, the surgery would go on for too long, or the anesthetists might have been working on a few consecutive surgeries. This was when they would line up two stools and prop their legs up with their spine against the wall so that they could take a nap.