"Where's the phone?"
Michael Gordon coldly glanced at the man on the bed who was still fussing with the colorful hanging!
"It's in the second pocket of my trench coat!"
Oliver Thompson thought the man would help him get his phone, so he obediently confessed. Who knew that the following incident would make him regret it!
He watched Michael Gordon turn around, lift his foot, stride, and walk directly over to pick up his blood-stained trench coat that was thrown aside, take the phone out of his pocket, and the next move was...
A lift of the hand...
"Clang!"
A crisp metallic sound entered their ears, shattering their eardrums. Lucas Sandy stared at Michael Gordon in disbelief, his mouth wide open in surprise, but still unable to say a word. He just stared at him, his hands seemingly frozen.
"Alright!"
After smashing the phone forcefully, Michael Gordon casually dusted off his hands, glanced at the petrified Lucas Sandy, and spoke calmly, "You may now begin your surgery!"
