"I'm not." Dai Nanhui said, though a layer of nervous sweat had already formed on his forehead.
The egg stood poised, ready to be sutured.
Dai Nanhui threaded the suture onto the curved needle, his slender hands holding the needle driver and forceps. He took a moment to adjust his breathing and mindset before starting the operation. When suturing something as delicate as this, a surgeon's hands must be steady.
The person suturing did not express their inner tension, but for those watching, their hearts quaked, feeling as if the needle was piercing directly into their own heads and hearts.
The fragility of the human organs such as the heart and brain likely matched that of the egg white and yolk inside the egg.
Dai Nanhui narrowed his eyes, his wrist exerting a gentle force, guiding the curved needle with the thread to glide smoothly through the egg white before reaching the shell, and carefully drilling a tiny hole with a soft thud.