"Wear a lead apron and go on stage!" Zheng Ren was brushing his hands as he answered with a roar.
Wang Liren was stunned. Did he have to wear a lead apron? What kind of surgery were they doing?
However, he did not say anything.
During the emergency treatment, only one voice could speak. If too many people barked out orders or spoke over one another, the patient would probably turn cold on the operating table while waiting for them all to be in agreement.
Su Yun said, "Chief Wang, we'll change the chest bottle on this side later."
After saying that, he went to the other side of the patient and began to lower the other chest bottle.
Zheng Ren, who was wearing his lead apron, walked in with his hands raised.
When he came to the equipment table, Xie Yiren had already prepared a curved plate, oval pliers, and gauze.
There was no verbal communication needed and they did not even look at each other. Everything was so natural.
