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Dai Lin remembered that Dr. Gao had surgery scheduled for this afternoon, and by calculating the time, Dr. Gao should have been in the middle of that surgery.
He touched his forehead, pondered for a moment, and recalled the name Jiang Han had mentioned yesterday—Lin Sen.
He pressed the call button, wanting to summon a nurse and inquire about his current condition.
Meanwhile...
In an operating room of the inpatient department.
Gao Heyan was stitching up the incision of the patient before him.
The surgery had been completed, the removal of the curse proceeding very smoothly.
This kind of suturing would leave no scars; once done, the thread would merge with the body, becoming virtually invisible to the naked eye, and naturally, there would be no need for removal.
On the side, there was an iron tray that appeared empty to the naked eye, but it was holding the removed main body of the curse.
