Many of the images had long been forgotten and were not important. However, he did not know why he would remember them at this moment.
"Boss, it's done."
"Okay." Zheng Ren looked at the radiographic films and replied casually.
After a short conversation, Su Yun went to sterilize and put on his sterile clothes.
"Zou Jiahua, right?" the cheerful girl came to his side and asked gently.
"I am." Zou Jiahua was even more absent-minded.
How many years had it been since someone called him by his first name? Was he not Zou Jiahua? Then who was Zou Jiahua?
This kind of philosophical problem, an unsolvable philosophical problem, suddenly appeared in his mind.
"It's time to turn on the light. Close your eyes for a while," the girl said.
Zou Jiahua wanted to smile to show that he was calm and collected. However, the muscles on his face were stiff like rocks. He did not move at all.