Disperse

"Adhesion has been removed. Should we suture or clip it?"

"Make six clips."

"Alright, six clips." Ling Ran repeated Chief Surgeon Zhang Anmin's decision like he was the chief officer on a ship.

Zhang Anmin still showed the classical expression of someone who had accepted fate. In the past few days, he had a completely different understanding of life in the operating theater.

"Doctor Zhang, it will be better if you lift the forceps slightly." Ling Ran's voice was heard from the side. He sounded as if he was reminding him, but at the same time, correcting Zhang Anmin.

Zhang Anmin stopped for a while before he followed Ling Ran's instructions and lifted the forceps slightly to expose the gall bladder more clearly.