A face was successfully transferred onto another person, everything went smoother than expected.
The final stitch, everything was about to be completed.
"Boom!" A sound of explosion.
The tightly sealed surgery room door had been blown open.
"Who are you people? This is a private ship, please leave immediately!"
The unique voice of that beautiful woman echoed, but now her pleasant middle tone had risen, hysterical and sharp.
The scalpel fell to the floor, and the white coats became flustered one after another.
"What should we do?"
"Who are they?"
"Do they know our plan and have come to sabotage it?"
"Doesn't seem like it's the master's people."
The young white coat coughed, calming the chaos, and everyone looked at him.
The young white coat calmly said, "No matter who has come, our task is to complete the surgery."
"In such circumstances, who can still concentrate on work!"
"My hands are still shaking!"
