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"Hehe!" A young doctor laughed and waved at Liu Yilin, who was just looking over, signaling that he was fine. The young doctor was slightly smug. 'I've attracted Doctor Liu's attention. Next, I don't know how I can casually introduce myself.'

Just as his brain waves quickly intersected with each other, Feng Zhixiang looked over. 

"Have you all forgotten the rules of the operating theater?" Professor Feng Zhixiang's voice was neither high nor low. He sounded as if he was on the podium and was speaking with a microphone by his mouth. He gave off the air that he was about to speak nonstop. 

The young doctors in the operating theater had their thoughts freeze for a moment. This kind of tone was very dangerous.

The doctor who just laughed out also stiffened up, and he tentatively looked at Professor Feng Zhixiang.