It was late at night.
Liu xuzhi finished the last surgery for the day, sent the patient back, and stretched.
His lumbar spine creaked a few times, as if reminding him that at his age, it was already unbearable for him to carry lead clothes for a long time for interventional surgeries.
"Old Liu, the surgery is getting faster and faster." Lin Jiaojiao said with a smile.
"Leader, you're overpraising me." Liu xuzhi took off the sterile cap. The disposable Sterile cap was already drenched in sweat.
Liu xuzhi's hair was white and had been under the sterile cap for seven to eight hours. It looked like a bunch of weeds.
But his face was very good, and it was red.
Ever since he came to the imperial capital, he had something to strive for in life, unlike in Westwood, where he had to waste his time every day.
"This is your surgery fee for today." Lin Jiaojiao took out an envelope. It was the kind that was made of vellum, and the inside was stuffed full.
