Professor Zhang had the illusion that the surgeon had performed this kind of surgery countless times and had memorized it by heart.
"By the way, I didn't ask you about the patient who was injured by the electric rod. Did the surgery go smoothly?" Su Yun suddenly asked.
Zheng Ren felt depressed at the mention of this.
"It's not going well. The emergency rescue there is too poor. They don't have anything they want." "At that time, I was thinking that it would be great if I could have all of you stay," Zheng Ren sighed.
"You're just lazy. Even if we're not here, the surgeries will still be completed, won't they?" Su Yun said in disdain.
"Boss Zheng, slow down ..." Professor Zhang's Blue sterile cap was drenched in sweat.
He had been shocked when he saw Zheng Ren's hemostatic forceps had been directly inserted into the pleura.
"It's alright, not fast. Prepare a bottle of Breast Medicine, we'll change it later. Old he, do it alone. " Zheng Ren said.
