After the operation table was rolled out, it didn't stop, but instead, the patient was transferred to the intensive care unit.
However, the surgery was undoubtedly a success, with risky moments throughout, but the outcome was positive.
Yi Xiaofei slowly walked out, and that man, along with the operation table, left! At this moment, however, he was joyful. Yi Xiaofei, seeing such a smile, took off his mask.
He didn't need much in return for all this; after all, the other person couldn't offer much, and overall, it was like accumulating good karma for himself. He had killed quite a few people with his own hands, and even if they deserved death, there would at least be resentment, which invisibly entangled him.
Helping the dying and injured could eliminate, for a time, this sort of invisible resentment.
Heading to the changing room, he needed to change his clothes. It was getting late, and Yi Xiaofei planned to head back.
