* Chi. * .
When Ling ran led his team into the operating theater, the atmosphere in the operating theater suddenly became serious.
Zuo cidian rearranged his expression and prepared to continue serving Ling ran.
At this moment, Su Jiafu, the anesthetist who had just watched a performance, could not help but chuckle. “It’s spring, Doctor Zuo.”
“Why is it spring?”Nurse Wang Jia immediately looked at Old Zuo curiously.
Su Jiafu made the first move. He sat on the round stool without any psychological burden and looked at Zuo Cidian with a smile.
The days in the operating theater were dull and boring, especially for the doctors and nurses who often cooperated with each other in surgeries. Many people had finished talking about their relatives and friends, and it was not easy for them to come up with something new, all of them looked excited.
Zuo cidian said weakly, “Little Su is making things up.”