"Raise it higher, increase the abduction angle, haven't you had breakfast? Stand further away from the surgical table!"
As Zhang Lin was disinfecting, he instructed Director Wu to lift his hand, speaking in the same tone as if he was training an intern.
The surgical area was prepared ahead of time, all the underarm hair was completely shaved off with an electric razor.
Zhang Lin disinfected the underarm area multiple times as its wrinkled skin is a hotspot for bacteria.
The yellow iodine disinfectant was quickly applied to the surgical area and its surrounding prescribed regions, leaving no spots untouched.
"Brother! Keep your body further away, what's the need to be so close? Can't you lift your hand? Which school did you graduate from? Who's your tutor? Let your director send you back to school to relearn!"
Song Zimo, dressed and gloved, with his hands placed in the protective pouch on his chest, fussed unceremoniously.
If it's any farther, I can't reach, it's so exhausting!