Song Jong-hyuk changed his clothes, stood up from the bench, and looked carefully at the mirror on the locker door. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The man in the mirror is wearing a green surgical gown, his arms are exposed from his shoulders, and the lines of his muscles are looming.

On his handsome face, his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a slight hesitation in his eyes.

"This kind of consciousness that shoulders the lives of others, have you done a good job?"

Song Jong-hyuk's eyes froze, and then a resolute look appeared.

I am, Song Jong-hyuk.

I am a man that God cannot defeat!

This kind of realization-

Looking at a tall figure from a distance, limping and pacing slowly, Liu Suying's mouth hidden under the mask put a triumphant smile on the corner.

Against the light, I couldn't see Song Jong-hyuk's expression clearly, but although the pace was slow, it was very firm, and I couldn't see a trace of hesitation.

Even though he knew that Song Jong-hyuk's left leg was still injured and in a plaster, Yoo So-young still stood in place, without the slightest intention of stepping forward to help him.

Finally, Song Jong-hyuk relied on his own strength and walked through the long corridor and stood firmly in front of Yoo So-young.

"Masks."

He was just about to say something when he heard Liu Suying's crisp command. Obscured by a mask, his voice sounded buzzing.

Aggrieved to the side, he picked up a disposable medical mask, and Song Jong-hyuk brought it to his face, covering most of his face from his nose to his mouth, leaving only his eyes, hidden behind his bangs, looming.

"Wash your hands."

Another unquestionable order.

Song Jong-hyuk had already given up the right to speak, and quietly walked to the sink, picked up soap, and carefully lathered his hands.

Yoo So-young stared closely at Song Jong-hyuk's movements, and gradually, the tension in her eyes disappeared.

With palms facing each other, fingers together, rubbing each other. Song Jong-hyuk instinctively performs the seven-step handwashing method, and the straight and slender fingers intersect with each other, and when you look closely, there is a dynamic beauty.

Sure enough, it worked......

Song Jong-hyuk strictly followed the process, first washing his hands with soapy water until above his elbows. After rinsing it off, apply the disinfectant solution again, and go through the process again in the order of hands, upper arms, and elbows, which can be regarded as thorough disinfection and sterilization, and cleaning.

Then, he took a sterile towel and slowly wiped it from his hands, removing the water from it little by little.

"Gloves."

This sentence was uttered by Song Jong-hyuk, who was still facing away from Yoo So-young, but before she could react, Song Jong-hyuk turned around, carefully picked up the sterile gloves, and put them on his hands.

Raising his hands and putting them on his chest, Song Jong-hyuk was fully armed, turned his body, and reverted to the amnesiac him, waiting for Yoo So-young's dispatch.

“…… Let's go inside. ”

Liu Suying seemed to have something to ask, but she opened her mouth to stop her desire. Now, saving people is the most important thing.

Following Liu Suying, standing at the door of the operating room, the electric door opened automatically, and the two walked in.

Dr. Lin was holding a stack of report sheets in his hand, squinting and examining them carefully.

Seeing Liu Suying coming in, he hurriedly walked over.

"How's it going?"

Liu Suying asked straight to the point.

"The chest X-ray ECG is normal, and there is no problem with the serum eight, here are the results of the X-ray."

Liu Suying didn't take over, and took a look at Dr. Lin's hand.

"The back of the head?" She muttered to herself, "Okay, I got it." ”

"I'm going to wash my hands." Dr. Lin completed his own work and went to make up for the missing procedures.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the two of them to speak, Song Jong-hyuk had already walked to the operating table.

Yoon Hye-mi is holding a razor, not wearing gloves, carefully avoiding the patient's wound and removing some of the hair around her.

The patient's eyes were closed and he looked calm, but the man standing to the side, holding a freshly completed needle in his hand, let Song Jong-hyuk know that he was under anesthesia.

Nodding at the anesthesiologist, Song Jong-hyuk leaned down and examined the wound carefully.

The wound was dented, and it was smashed by something.

Yin Huimei said without raising her head: "Don't worry, just shave off a little bit of hair, it won't hinder the view, otherwise you will ......"

Song Jong-hyuk almost wanted to reach out and touch the knife on his head, but he still resisted the impulse.

"What do you think?"

A soft voice came from behind him.

Liu Suying didn't know when, she had quietly followed behind him.

Song Jong-hyuk didn't hear any footsteps at all, so he was so frightened that he took a big step forward and almost fell, but fortunately it was his right leg that stepped forward and supported the ground strongly.

"What, what do you think?"

Song Jong-hyuk replied in shock, unable to think of the deep meaning of Yoo So-young's questioner for a while.

"Nothing." Liu Suying was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again.

"I'll tell you about the operation."

She pointed to Song Jong-hyuk with her eyes to stand in front of the operating table, raised her chin towards the patient, and began to speak.

"The patient was hit straight to the back of the head by a falling object. X-rays showed that a blood vessel in the back of his head had ruptured, causing massive brain hemorrhage. ”

The X-ray footage has been hung on a film machine next to the wall of the operating room. Song Jong-hyuk couldn't help but look back and frowned fiercely.

"As you can see, the patient's condition is very critical, and he can't help but bleed profusely, and the blood in the brain is also compressing his nerves."

Following Yoo So-young's prompt, Song Jong-hyuk saw a dark shadow behind his brain on the film.

"That's where the difficulty of the operation comes in, you can't help but suture the injured blood vessels, and more importantly," Yoo So-young stopped, her eyes deepened, and she stared at Song Jong-hyuk's eyes tightly, but she didn't say anything further.

"In the case of blood accumulation, avoid the nerves and not hurt the rest of the brain."

Song Jong-hyuk, under Yoo So-young's prompting, finally picked up the conversation and said the real difficulty.

"Remembered?" Liu Suying hadn't said anything yet, and Yin Huimei on the side couldn't wait to shout.

Song Jong-hyuk was taken aback and muttered, "No, no." ”

Yoon Hye-mi closed her mouth in disappointment.

Liu Suying's expression also dimmed, but she quickly mustered up confidence.

There will always be a day when there will be a complete recovery!

"Attention!" She shouted, drawing the attention of those present.

"Now, the operation has officially begun."

With a "snap", the shadowless light turned on.