The scenery in his field of vision suddenly blurred, and Lin Jie sighed silently, realizing that his body had reached its limit once again.
He withdrew his hands and handed the microsurgical forceps and scalpel to the surgical instrument nurse, looking up towards the stopwatch.
The scenery went from blurry to gradually clear, and Lin Jie could make out the positions of the hour and minute hands.
Six twenty-seven.
This time still hadn't reached Lin Jie's expected threshold, but compared to Saturday's surgery, this time he managed to hold on for over half an hour longer.
However...
Little Lucy's left eye still had about ten percent of the retinal nerves not yet connected to the optic nerve.
If Lin Jie's body hadn't had an unexpected issue, these two surgeries could have completed the entire connection of the nerves in the left eye.
But now...
Lin Jie felt an unspeakable frustration within, yet he could only feel powerless.
