[415] Who is the helpful god?

Several surgeons' fingers felt inside the thorax, touching the esophagus, the aorta, the trachea, the lungs, and even attempting to reach down to the diaphragm.

Cao Yong's eyes, cold and stern, watched their fingers search through the thoracic cavity, the longer he watched, the more it made one's heart sink.

As long as the fish bone wasn't found, this lethal weapon would continue to claim lives. It had to be found. However, the surgeons couldn't search indefinitely. Prolonged surgical anesthesia could lead to complications.

Seeing the lack of progress by the two specialists, Tan Kelin's brows were tightly knit as he pondered their next move.

The others, like the anesthesiologist and Qin Ruoyu, were once again on tenterhooks.

"Strange, how can it not be here no matter how much we feel around?" Zhu Huicang said in surprise, "I'm about to reach the diaphragm. Shouldn't the fish bone have fallen downwards?"