The surgery was over, with the anesthetic administered just right, Guo Jingyao regained his autonomous breathing.
The rhythm of the anesthesia was perfectly in sync with the surgery, Fatty, holding the suction device, cleared the respiratory secretions, decisively extubated and disconnected, and Guo Jingyao slowly woke up.
"Where is this? Why are there intense lights everywhere?" Guo Jingyao woke up, just freed from restraints, he immediately grasped Fatty's hand.
Fatty knew he was a bit confused, patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, this is the operating room. The surgery is done, very successfully! That's the surgical light, of course, it's dazzling if you keep staring at it."
Guo Jingyao's eyes slowly rolled a few times, blinking, apparently still a bit groggy, his grip on Fatty's hand not loosening.
"Doctor Yang! Where's Doctor Yang?" He finally remembered being on the operating table, and recalled that Doctor Yang was the chief surgeon.