Director Tang simply shrugged his shoulders in resignation. Looking at Zhang Huayao, he and others moved his foster mother onto the operating table, and he personally covered her with a sheet to keep her warm.
Later, after anesthesia, they would remove her clothes for disinfection. Even though the elderly lady would be asleep, she would still feel the cold on her body.
Footsteps echoed through the corridors of the operating theater, belonging to surgeons from other departments arriving for work, preparing to operate on other patients. As each passed by this particular operating room, they wanted to peek but dared not, instead slowing down just to brush past the door.
