The heavy atmosphere in the room made Xie Wanying acutely aware that, if she were to fail Senior Tao's trust, the consequences would be extremely serious, as it could ruin his reputation as well. Her shoulders felt weighted as she adjusted her breathing.
"Just point out a few spots for me, no need to draw the entire line," Tao Zhijie instructed her for the operation.
Listening to the gentle yet forceful voice of her senior brother by her side, like a great bell shield stabilizing the force field, lifted her confidence as well.
Xie Wanying thought it over and realized that Senior Brother, like Teacher Tan, had been wielding the surgical scalpel for years; he was a technical wizard. How could he possibly cut just because she said so? With her fingers touching a few points, Senior Brother could quickly complete the path for the incision. After mentally rehearsing it once, he would make the cut. As for how well he handled the scalpel, she had no need to worry.
