"We'll be performing a finger extension reconstruction operation."
The chief surgeon, Ling Ran, stood in front of the operating table, as relaxed as ever.
"Understood." Lu Wenbin was his assistant. He was also rather laid-back and was even in high spirits.
Ma Yanlin folded his arms, stood at a corner, and observed them quietly. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind.
The anesthetist Su Jiafu sat beside a pile of instruments on a stool while he had a foot on another stool.
Ling Ran first used a pen to scribble down some notes and then used the Specialist Level Fiddle Bow Hold to cut through the skin between the patient's two muscles.
When the scalpel touched the patient's skin, a whole lot of information was released into Ling Ran's mind.