Sunday morning at nine o'clock, Lin Jie, Chen Shi, Tao Taqing, and others gathered in the operating room to check the post-surgery results while removing the muscle fibers that were not successfully transplanted.
At this moment, Zhuang Shilei, lying on the operating table, had already received inhalation anesthesia and was in a coma.
Tao Taqing, seeing Lin Jie motionless, said to Chen Shi, "Old Chen, you go do the check!"
Chen Shi took half a step forward but then pulled back, saying self-deprecatingly, "I've done over a thousand surgeries of all sizes, but this time I feel a bit nervous."
"Dr. Yao, you do this check. After all, the result is already determined, whoever checks it will be the same!"
Seeing Lin Jie had no reaction, Yao Siyuan did not refuse. He stepped forward to the operating table, picked up the surgical scissors, and cut the suture on Zhuang Shilei's left face, slowly peeling back the skin...
