"Surgery? Who performs surgery in a hallway? Move aside, quickly!"
Zhang Mengchuang clearly didn't believe it and pushed through the crowd, only to be stunned by the scene before him.
He even wondered if he was dreaming.
At the very center of the crowd, he saw his son, Zhang Yu.
His son, Zhang Yu, had fainted, while his wife and a doctor stood by, watching.
A young man was holding surgical tools, constantly working on his son's leg.
Sometimes, he even needed to use silver needles.
The doctors and nurses watching Wang Ye had a kind of intoxicated look in their eyes, as if Wang Ye was not performing surgery but creating a very perfect piece of art on the spot.
"What are you doing? What are all of you doing?"
Zhang Mengchuang came to his senses and became completely frantic.
Isn't this a mess?
Who performs surgery in a hospital corridor?
