Zheng Ren knew his place. Besides, it was not a big deal to expose Liu Hui 's' illness '. He did not want to make her hate him.
He stopped talking to Liu Hui and began to adjust the light forceps.
"Boss, when do you need the microscope?" Su Yun asked.
"When we're in the middle of the surgery, we need to anastomose the capillaries."
"Tsk, tsk ..." Su Yun sighed."Boss, you should use this technique of anastomosed capillaries to fill in the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes with fat."
"It's an autologous fat transplant and the filling of wrinkles at the corners of the eyes," Zheng Ren corrected.
"What's the point of making it sound so Grand?" Su Yun said in disdain.
Zheng Ren smiled without saying a word.
Whether it had any meaning or not depended on how it was used. If he could use this to win his future mother-in-law's favor, Zheng Ren did not mind performing a surgery for 24 hours.