Mentioning such a minor illness as a throat inflammation had prompted Tang Sili to make a house call, and Ou Yanan's brow, just as before, lightly furrowed, but he dared not contradict Tang Sili to his face again.
Tang Sili had already reprimanded him once before for this.
The doors to the operating room swung open again, and out rushed an anesthesiologist, drenched in sweat, pleading again with Tang Sili, "Professor Tang, please go in quickly. Doctor Su is out of options—"
Even with such urging, Tang Sili still sauntered slowly into the operating room, with Ou Yanan following behind him, peering over his shoulder into the room.
At first glance, the sight was indeed shocking.
This was no longer the clean, orderly, and calm operating room, but had turned into a slaughterhouse.
Doctor Su Yide's surgical gown was splattered with large patches of blood, the blood that had spurted from the patient's abdominal cavity when he had opened it, staining him.
