Dai Lin remembered that Dr. Gao had surgery scheduled for this afternoon, and by the time, Dr. Gao should have been performing it.
He stroked his forehead, pondered for a while, and recalled the name Jiang Han had mentioned yesterday—Lin Sen.
He pressed the call bell, wanting a nurse to come over to inquire about his current condition.
Meanwhile…
In an operating room of the inpatient department.
Gao Heyan was suturing the incision of the patient in front of him.
The surgery had been completed, and the removal of the curse had gone very smoothly.
This type of suture would leave no scars; after suturing, the thread would meld into part of the body, invisible to the naked eye and naturally eliminating the need to remove stitches.
A metal tray stood on one side, invisible to the naked eye, but it held the excised main body of the curse.
Not long after Gao Heyan finished suturing, an inexplicable amount of blood began to seep through the tray!
However, the blood was black!
