Tao Zhijie stepped aside from the chief surgeon's position. At that moment, he slightly turned his head, looking toward the spot where Xie Wanying stood. She was following the surgical staff's movements, shifting her position to better observe the doctors performing the surgery.
Even as an observer, her level of concentration was terrifying. Tao Zhijie remembered the first time he saw her in the General Surgery Department Two operating room. He was deeply attracted by that expression on her face.
After putting on the gloves provided by the nurse, Song Xueling stepped forward, as instructed, to the chief surgeon's position, and took the ultrasonic scalpel in his hand. His somewhat delicate face appeared young, and the eyebrows peeking out above his mask were like light ink strokes, resembling a boy who hadn't yet reached adulthood. After all, his age showed; a medical graduate was like a chick just out of its shell, still possessing a fledgling's naiveté.