Whether Miss Michel believed it or not, the inner structure of Paul Anderson's brain was completely visible to Chen Feng, and his micro-vision was even better than any surgical microscope. Wherever he wanted to look, he could even zoom in and out. When Chen Feng's scalpel hovered over a damaged nerve, Miss Michel, who was watching the screen on the computer, was already too stunned to speak.
The way Chen Feng's scalpel had moved as if it were guided, effortlessly avoiding the numerous and complex nerves until reaching its destination, was witnessed by the doctors observing from outside. Some doctors from Huaxia had already excitedly clenched their fists, waving them in the air.
It was a proud moment, a job well done!
