Yin Shu's eyes became sharp in an instant. By the time he met Mark's gaze, Qi Mingye had already looked away and gave an order to officially start the operation.
"The patient is confused and the amount of anesthesia should be appropriately reduced to ensure that the patient does not wake up during the operation."
The voice that passed through the voice changer was not as hoarse as Yin Shu's. It had his original vocal cords, but was deeper, and his whispers carried the courage to point the country.
The stalwart figure retreated slightly, letting the second deputy approach, "Prepare for craniotomy."
The second deputy immediately stepped forward, carefully picked up the razor from the tray, and removed all the hair on the patient's head.
After cleaning up, he looked up at the assistant beside him and said, "Prepare the instruments. I'm going to lift my scalp now."
The scalpel landed exactly at the position specified by Qi Mingye without any deviation. He lifted up the scalp and fixed everything with scalp clips.
After the second deputy finished doing this, it had only been ten minutes, but his forehead was already covered with sweat.
He stood up respectfully and stepped aside, and began to monitor the instrument data.
"The first deputy is ready to open the skull."
Zeo took over the position of the second deputy as the first deputy, took the craniotomy handed over by the assistant, and slowly opened a circle on the skull cover that had already lifted the scalp.
The entire operating room was extremely quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the deafening sound of the craniotomy saw cutting on the skull.
Zeo's skillful skills did not hesitate for a moment, and he quickly lifted up the skull according to the established procedure and placed it on the tray aside.
"Master, you are ready."
Zeo stood up and gave up his position to Qi Mingye.
"Prepare the magnifying glass, tractor, and zeo. You are responsible for reporting the numbers to me."
Qi Mingye sat indifferently in front of the magnifying glass, holding the retractor in his hand, and carefully searched for the location of the bullet in his skull.
"Found it, prepare a 0.3 mm scalpel."
Qi Mingye's clear instructions came.
"It's not good, the patient's blood pressure dropped very quickly..."
"The heartbeat stopped..."
Before Qi Mingye officially took action, a series of problems already broke out.
The tense atmosphere in the operating room spread instantly.
Yin Shu, who was watching through the glass, smiled coldly.
He turned his head and glanced at Mark, who had his hands clenched into fists, and frowned, "What are you nervous about?"
Mark didn't look back, his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were still staring at the situation in the operating room, and he blurted out, "Of course I'm nervous for DQ!"
How many people can’t ask for God’s hand in the medical world to be able to observe such a rare operation!
"..."
After finishing his words, Mark finally realized that he had made a mistake. He looked back at Yin Shu, whose eyes were dim, and tried to redeem himself.
"I mean, I expected this operation to fail, but if it failed too early, it would not be lethal enough. Anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that the patient is terminally ill, and it has nothing to do with DQ's medical skills, so I am a little nervous."
"Really?" Silver's black pupils flickered, and a cold light flashed across, staring at Mark's scalp.
Without Mark's explanation, Yin Shu had already turned his attention back to the operating room.
The patient's temporary increase in blood pressure has been quickly controlled, the heartbeat has recovered through low flow, and the operation is still proceeding nervously.
"The operation continues."
Weiwei motioned to his assistant to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and Qi Mingye vomited indifferently.
