Chapter 891: How Many Pigs Are Paralyzed?_3

"Brother Five, can you help me check if the bone sections I've made are correct?"

Little Five took a look, and though he was not fully confident himself, when the two combined their judgments and discussed it on the table, they would both end up brimming with confidence.

It was as if fifty percent plus fifty percent equaled one hundred percent certainty.

"No mistake, the location is completely correct," Little Five answered with certainty.

"Brother Five, shall I start cutting the bone then?"

"Cut away!"

With the affirmation of his partner, Zhang Lin began to cut the spine, a critical step in the surgery. If he could complete this step independently, it would essentially mean that he had mastered this type of surgery.

I'm beginning to cut the bone now?

Start cutting.

Zhang Lin confirmed once more, then began to cut the vertebrae. His movements were slow but steady, because he knew he wasn't very skilled and thus opted for a strategy of seeking victory through stability.