Xia Shu didn't speak.
He continued to move forward, entering the operating room.
The water was cold, splashing on his hands, fully awakening him. He looked at himself in the mirror; his face was no longer the same as when he first arrived. Back then, his eyes were filled only with admiration and longing; now, there was added confidence and composure.
After scrubbing his hands, he donned his surgical gown and gloves. He walked to the operating table, standing in the position of the chief surgeon.
Li Zehui stood in the first assistant position.
The shadowless lamp illuminated.
The patient was already anesthetized, lying there, chest gently undulating. The numbers on the monitor flickered—heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen saturation—each number representing a living life.
Xia Shu took a deep breath.
"Let's begin."
The surgical knife descended.
