"Prof. Gu, Mr. Zheng had just finished his last surgery and is probably doing manual compression right now. He'll be here soon," said the secretary, Li Haitao, upon recognizing and approaching Professor Gu. "Please have a seat, he'll be here in a few minutes."
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In the operating theater, Su Yun was administering manual compression while Zheng Ren sat calmly in the operating console room. His radiation-proof lead apron was absorbed back into the System.
The light blue surgical isolation gown he had on was whole shades darker from being soaked in sweat.
The surgery had gone smoothly, which was in line with Zheng Ren's predictions. The heat from the wound in his left shoulder was bothering him greatly, though.
He had already felt burnt out after wrapping up his first surgery two hours ago.
Even though he was well-protected by the lead apron, he had no energy left to continue.
