Gao Zhaocheng covered his forehead with his hand: Is Junior Sister showing off her skills at such a critical moment? One has to admit, Junior Sister's technique here was absolutely beautiful.
A gleam of light flashed in Zhang Huayao's deep gray eyes.
The skill of a good doctor is undoubtedly a potent shot of confidence for everyone present.
Both chief surgeons felt significantly more assured.
The scalpel reached the back of the pancreas, separating the portal vein and superior mesenteric vein. No signs of cancer cell invasion were found in the portal vein. The doctors felt relieved—this was a small blessing amidst the greater misfortune.
Hearing the collective sigh of relief, Zhang Huayao's expression darkened. It grew even heavier, with a faint, predatory glint in his eyes: Cut. Keep cutting. Leave no place for cancer cells to escape.
The Boss's gaze bore into the backs of the young doctors on the operating table.
