"No!"
Tang Chuchu let out a piercing scream, hoping to step forward and stop it.
Unfortunately, she was a step too late.
The scalpel had already fallen, following the trajectory of the three wounds, and with a whoosh, made a cut roughly 8 centimeters long.
The moment it was cut open, dark blood crazily surged out from the heart.
Everyone in the emergency room instantly turned pale.
What was he doing?
He actually cut open the patient's chest?
What on earth did he intend to do?
Even Director Lin, experienced in surgery, was taken aback, his mouth twitching slightly, "Mo... Mister Mo, has he lost his mind?"
This was cardiac hemorrhage! Even a fairy couldn't save him!
"Bastard! You've killed my grandfather! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Overcome with rage, Tang Chuchu lifted her fist and fiercely aimed for Mo Han's head.
