"Su Yun, disinfect the wound!" Zheng Ren's aura was on full blast. There was no one else in his eyes except for the system panel that had already turned from red to white.
Su Yun was also stunned. He looked at Zheng Ren as if he was looking at an idiot.
"Right femoral vein. Young Feng, have you found the stent?"
"I found it." Feng Xuhui took out the perineurium stent and puncture kit used for blood vessels, limped to the instrument table, and handed them to the stunned circulating nurse.
Zheng Ren put on sterile gloves as he walked to the operating table. He saw four people standing on the operating table, and there was no space at all.
"Move!" He shouted. Zheng Ren glared at the second assistant. He was not angry.
The second assistant subconsciously left the operating area when he was yelled at.
"Who are you?" Professor Zhan, who was standing at the operating table, had ruptured the inferior vena cava when he was removing the tumor, and he was furious.
