And this was just the beginning.
For the next hour and a half, Qin Yiren silently observed the entire surgery.
As Bo Jinghang had said, this surgery was not particularly large, and the process wasn't bloody. Liang Wei demonstrated the skill of a lead surgeon, directing the young nurses with precision.
Until the lights in the operating room dimmed, signaling the end.
Unable to control herself, Qin Yiren let out a breath and rubbed her sore eyes. While her heart was somewhat anxious, the earlier tension was gone.
It seemed that Huang Qian's subconscious had influenced her to some extent.
When the surgery officially began, even though she was outside the operating room, she felt the tense atmosphere and calmed down quickly, as if she had experienced it many times before.
Not knowing how to judge her feelings, Qin Yiren bit on the straw of her milk, stood up with heavy thoughts, and went with Bo Jinghang to find Liang Wei, who had just finished the surgery.
