"Scalpel."
He raised his hand, and the nurse slapped the scalpel into his palm.
Qin Feng gripped the handle tightly, slowly placing it on the confirmed position, the blade slightly angled, making an incision.
Shh!
The blade sliced through the skin, tiny droplets of blood sliding down the wound.
Instantly, everyone's heart was in their throats; apart from the occasional clink of surgical instruments, even breathing was inaudible in the operating room.
Fat layer, muscle layer... As the scalpel continued to separate the layers of the abdomen, the expression on Wang Yang's face grew increasingly grim.
There was only the peritoneum left now. Once it was opened and if the bleeding wasn't stopped, there would be no chance left.
But he knew, there was no turning back now.
"Wait, Director Qin, how about we wait for the plasma, just for insurance?"
Seeing Qin Feng about to cut through the peritoneum, Wang Yang couldn't help but speak out, worried.
"Alright."
