Xiang Pingping carefully pulled out the catheter, but was dumbfounded to find that the Xuanji catheter was broken.
Holy shit! MLGBD!!
On the green grassland in director Xiang's heart, countless alpacas galloped past, trampling a few pieces of green grass.
She had done thousands of cases of epidural anesthesia in her life, so why did an accident happen right here in her grandfather's place?
That's impossible!
Department Director Xiang held the catheter and carefully observed the severed end. He wanted to deny his previous thought.
However, reality proved that he was not seeing things. It was broken, and it was broken. No matter what, Xiang Heping was an old anesthetist with twenty to thirty years of experience. He could not be wrong about such a small matter.
The assistant was also stunned. What was going on? Could it be that director Xiang had learned a new skill from the capital? But it did not look like it from the Department director's condition.
