"Focus! What are you looking at?" Yang Ping scolded.
Director Wu immediately pulled himself together. He hadn't been observing anything, just staring at the probe, trying not to get caught off guard by it again.
The surgery was progressing at a fast pace, and Director Wu struggled to keep up. He was reprimanded now and then.
He truly regretted stepping up on the stage and thought about making some excuse to leave, like a stomachache.
But if he did that, Jiang Baicheng would think he was not taking the surgery seriously.
So, he held it all in, swallowed down his shattered pride, and continued helping with the surgery.
He wanted to suggest a break, but Yang Ping was too engrossed in the surgery, and the other guys were all focused on weaving the tendon. No one was paying him any attention.
He decided to just hope for the surgery to finish quickly.
