With a hiss, the operating room door automatically opened. Xiao Lin, feeling that his hands had already been disinfected, walked in. He wasn't interested in Meisai's connections and believed that contacting him was out of necessity, so he had no interest in who this person was.
Inside the operating room, the relevant staff were already in place. There was only silent eye contact between them and this newcomer, a familiar atmosphere. Whether in a hospital or a clinic, the sense of exclusion towards outsiders like him was quite apparent. Perhaps it was slightly better abroad if your skills could convince them, and on this point, Xiao Lin had complete confidence and control.
Just recently he learned that the patient was called Jean Lofis, who had been sent to this private clinic by Meisai first. On his way, the doctors here had already treated the wound, but he also received a piece of information—a rather pessimistic piece of information.
