He had already misplaced his trust once.
He hoped that this time his choice would not be wrong.
Father Zhou's eyes were filled with sincerity and a thick plea.
Gu Danyu's hand gripping the scalpel paused slightly, she earnestly said, "Leave it to me."
Off to the side, the thoroughly ignored Zhong Fu's face turned ashen, and his hands clenched at his sides, emitting a grating noise.
Damn it!
He would make these people who looked down on him regret it later!
"I need an assistant."
The woman lowered her head, swiftly preparing the tools needed for the surgery.
No sooner had she spoken than Lu Yancheng came over, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "I'll do it."
Gu Danyu arched an eyebrow, recalling the man's performance during a previous rescue, and hummed lowly in agreement.
The personnel in the emergency room were cleared out, and Zhong Fu, wanting to stay and watch, was forcibly dragged out.
Soon, the sterile space was left with only the two of them.
