The atmosphere inside the operating room was indescribably frantic at that moment.
Director Yang's hands clutched at the dark green scrub top across his chest.
The group of surgical colleagues Director Yang had sent out didn't go far; a bunch of them crowded into the anesthesiology office, each one exceedingly worried about the young girl lying on the operating table.
"Any idea what's happening inside?" Chang Jiawei frowned, his arms crossed over his chest, heaving a sigh.
Someone peeked out from the doorway, seeming to sense the tenor of the operating room, and said, "It looks like they're starting to extract the knife."
"They definitely have to remove it, no delaying it."
"The moment they do, her life's hanging by a thread."
"What if something really happens, what about Doctor Yin?"
The group exchanged apprehensive glances, fearing Yin Fengchun might break down in tears on the spot.
Chang Jiawei turned to look at his old classmate.