Outside the operating room, a group of people watched Ye Chen intently, most of them clueless about what Ye Chen was doing.
Isn't it just acupuncture? There's no need to sweat so much, as if he's about to faint.
Especially the white mist emanating from the top of his head made them subconsciously think the air conditioning was on in the room; otherwise, why would Ye Chen be so overheated that he was steaming?
"Director Ouyang, doesn't Ye Chen's condition seem a bit off?"
Xu Zixuan saw Ye Chen's sweat-drenched face and his pale complexion, filled with confusion and disbelief.
There was a hint of excitement in Director Ouyang's eyes as he spoke with a serious expression, "I'm afraid most people here don't understand why."
"Putting on a mystical guise, nothing but deliberate mystification,"
Liu Yuan sneered. It's just acupuncture, a simple thing, and yet he made it seem like such an ordeal.