An Hao was busy in the operating room, her eyes focused intently on Hua Jin, whose long, elegant fingers dexterously wielded the scalpel during the surgery.
"Done! Close up the chest cavity!" Hua Jin turned his head, and a nurse quickly came up to wipe his sweat.
He noticed that An Hao hadn't moved and looked up at her: "
Doctor An?"
An Hao suddenly came back to her senses, glanced at Hua Jin, and her heart started to race.
At that moment, she felt completely flustered.
The feeling was subtle, indescribable, and difficult to comprehend.
"Are you okay?" Hua Jin asked her.
"I'm fine." An Hao shook her head and began to suture the wound.
The operation went exceptionally smoothly, shortening the expected time by one-third.
After coming out of the operating room, Hua Jin went straight back to his office.
The phone rang; it was Hou Zicheng calling: "The job was successfully done."
