Though small, this child's movements had a way of creating an illusion. Those small hands moved and stopped, spending more time in stillness. Anyone not in the know might think the surgery was going smoothly, requiring little cooperation. But only those operating across from her could sense her rapid movements.
As an assistant, Feng Yongzhuo noticed several times that before he could even voice his requests, the tools he needed were already in his hand. He had to glance sideways at the little one: Is this child a mind-reader? How does she know what he's thinking?
"Feng Yongzhuo, what are you looking at?" Jun Ye's light voice pulled Feng Yongzhuo's attention back.
"N-no, nothing." Feng Yongzhuo tried to regain his composure.
Jun Ye's gaze on his face was cold.
Feng Yongzhuo sensed that Jun Ye was criticizing him, his brow furrowing.
