Even though it was just a plastic dummy lying on the operating table, Rong Zhi maintained her steady and orderly technique. She precisely and perfectly located the patient's wound, giving calm instructions to the assisting doctors around her.
"Bai Liang, give me the surgical clamps."
During the tense moment of the tumor excision, everyone's attention was highly concentrated. Without Rong Zhi needing to speak, they had already prepared the items in advance. However, a few seconds after she called Bai Liang, there was no response.
She glanced sideways, her expression faint as she looked at Bai Liang, who seemed lost in thought somewhere far away, her lips under the mask pressed slightly together.
"Bai Liang."
The examiner's face had already started to turn serious.
Ying Hengxiang quickly handed the surgical clamps to Rong Zhi and then spoke coldly, "The lead surgeon is calling you, what are you thinking about?"
