Yinshu's eyes became sharp in an instant, and by the time he met Mark's gaze, Qi Mingye had already opened his eyes, and the operation officially began with an order.

"The patient is confused, and the anesthesia dose is appropriately reduced to ensure that the patient will not be awake during the operation."

The voice of the voice changer is not as hoarse as Yinshu, with his original vocal cords, but it is even more deep, and he has the courage to point out the country in his whispers.

Wei An's figure withdrew slightly, allowing the second deputy to approach, "Prepare for the craniotomy." ”

The second deputy immediately stepped forward, carefully picked up the razor in the tray, and removed all the hair on the top of the patient's head.

After cleaning up, he looked up at the assistant on the side, "Prepare the instrument, I'm going to lift my scalp now." ”

The scalpel accurately fell to the position designated by Qi Mingye, without the slightest deviation, lifted the scalp, and fixed everything with a scalp clip.

After the second deputy finished doing this, only ten minutes had passed, but his forehead was already sweating profusely.

Respectfully got up and stepped aside to begin monitoring the instrument data.

"The first deputy prepares, a craniotomy."

Zeo took over the position of the second deputy as the first deputy, took the craniotomy handed by the assistant, and slowly cut a circle around the skull cover that had already lifted the scalp.

The entire operating room was extremely quiet, and only the sound of a craniotomy saw cutting on the skull was audible.

Zeo's skillful technique did not hesitate for a moment, and he quickly lifted the skull according to the established procedure and placed it on the tray next to him.

"Master, you're ready."

Zeo stood up and gave up his place to Qi Mingye.

"Prepare the magnifying glass, the tractor, Zeo, you are responsible for counting me."

Qi Mingye sat indifferently in front of the magnifying glass, holding the tractor in his hand, carefully looking for the location of the bullet in the skull.

"Found it, ready 0. 3 mm scalpel. ”

Qi Mingye's clear command came.

"Oh no, the patient's blood pressure drops very quickly......"

"The heart stopped beating ......"

Before Qi Mingye officially started, a series of problems had already erupted.

The tense atmosphere in the operating room spread in an instant.

Yinshu, who was watching through the glass, smiled coldly.

Turning his head and glancing at Mark, whose palms were clenched into fists, his eyebrows twisted, "What are you nervous about?" ”

Mark didn't look back, his eyes under his gold-rimmed glasses were still staring at the situation in the operating room, and blurted out, "Of course I'm nervous for DQ!" ”

The hand of God in the medical field, how many people can't ask for such a rare operation!

“……”

As the words fell, Mark finally realized that he had lost his words, and glanced back at the silver magic with a faint light, and redeemed it.

"I mean, I expected this operation to fail, but it failed too early, and it was not lethal enough, and a discerning person could see at a glance that the patient was terminally ill and had nothing to do with DQ's medical skills, so I was a little nervous."

"Really?" The black pupils of the silver spell flickered, and a cold light swept through, staring at Mark's scalp to explode.

Without much explanation from Mark, Silversmith had already looked back to the operating room.

The patient's transient increase in blood pressure was quickly controlled, and the heartbeat was restored by low-flow clicks, and the operation was still under intense pressure.

"The operation continues."

Slightly signaling his assistant to help him wipe the sweat on his forehead, Qi Mingye spit out indifferently.