Inside the operating room, bright lights shone down on an alloy iron bed situated at the center. It was covered with a white sheet, only revealing a corner.
Surrounding the iron bed were medical cabinets and racks, holding trays filled with myriad kinds of potions, and various surgical tools like scissors, drills, medical scalpels, etc.
The ceiling lights reflected on the metallic surfaces of the instruments, producing a chilling cold sheen that inexplicably incited fear.
Simonyi took a deep breath to regain his composure.
The door of the operating room swung open, allowing a team of seven or eight people to enter. The youngest were middle-aged, the oldest had white hair and a face lined with wrinkles. They were all in uniform surgical attire, sporting rubber gloves, emanating an inexplicable aura of seasoned professionalism. These were well-known orthopedic doctors from various regions, experts in the study of human skeleton and blood vessels.
