"Mr. Yang, aren't you going to wear sterile clothes?"
Smith hurried after him.
"I don't need that."
Yang Luo simply replied.
With his True Qi protecting his body, he did not have to worry about himself and the patient being infected.
When the door of the operating theater was closed, He Yinghao and the others looked at the operating theater again.
Actually, He Yinghao still did not believe that Yang Luo could perform surgery and save his father.
After all, he had never heard of Chinese medicine being able to perform surgery.
However, there was no other way.
He could only pin his last hope on Yang Luo.
Hopefully, a miracle would happen.
At this moment, Alinda, who was standing in front of the operating table in a daze, saw Yang Luo enter and immediately came back to her senses.
"Mr. Yang, why did you come in?"
Alinda asked in confusion.
Yang Luo smiled and said, "To save someone, of course!"
