Ming Jiayi opened the slightly ajar bathroom door and slowly walked out.

Did you accidentally touch a patient's blood vessel?

Without cameras, no one knows whether she did it intentionally.

It turns out that Ming's father's failed surgery in the original story was not an accident.

These two are so malicious.

And the woman's sister-in-law.

Why would those three women want to kill someone who has nothing to do with them for no reason?

This is outrageous!

Ming Jiayi calmed herself down, concealed her appearance, and slowly walked into the operating room.

"Hello, you must be the surgeon the hospital director mentioned? It's a pleasure to meet you."

As soon as Ming Jiayi walked in, one of the women who had been talking in the changing room greeted her warmly.

Ming Jiayi nodded casually.

She stared at the nurse's face and scrutinized her carefully for a while.

I finally remembered where I had seen that person before.

Isn't that the nurse who changed her face yesterday?

Dr. Xiang's girlfriend.

Why would she want to harm Ming Yiran? Ming Yiran couldn't possibly have offended such a young, inexperienced girl like her, could she?

Ming Jiayi glanced at Ming Yiran, who was already anesthetized and lying on the operating table, and without thinking further, walked over to prepare to begin the surgery.

She adjusted the position of the surgical light slightly, then picked up a pen from the instrument stand and began drawing on Ming Yiran's body.

Immediately afterwards, she picked up the scalpel, aimed it at the spot she had just drawn, and made the incision.

In an instant, all the organs in Ming Yiran's chest were revealed.

Ming Jiayi stood there, located the location of Ming Yiran's tumor, and gently inserted the scalpel to begin the removal.

Time flies.

Five hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Ming Jiayi's legs seemed to be frozen in place, not moving at all, while her hands steadily held the scalpel and made the cut.

"Dr. Ming, why don't you take a rest? I'll take over for you."

The doctor next to Ming Jiayi spoke up.

She glanced at the person out of the corner of her eye.

It was another woman who had just been in the changing room.

“No need,” Ming Jiayi said coldly.

The man looked at Ming Jiayi nervously, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

Standing opposite them, Yu Tingting was staring intently at the doctor, her eyes gesturing for her to hurry up and make her move.

The surgery has entered the suturing stage.

Having learned from past mistakes, and considering what she had just overheard in the changing room, Ming Jiayi dared not delegate any steps to anyone else.

She handed the scalpel to the nurse beside her, raised her hands, and calmly said, "Sutures and needle holder."

"Doctor, shouldn't suturing be done by a suturing specialist?" Yu Tingting asked in surprise.

Ming Jiayi raised her eyes and gave Yu Tingting a meaningful look, then lowered her head to take the needle holder and sutures handed to her by the nurse. "They're all the same."

"Doctor, you've just returned to China, so you might not be familiar with the rules here. The surgeon is not allowed to perform sutures," Yu Tingting said seriously.

Hearing this, everyone else in the operating room couldn't help but look up at Yu Tingting in confusion.

When did this rule come about?

How could they not know?

Ming Jiayi quickly threaded the suture into the needle holder.

This was the first time she had ever felt so impatient, so eager to punch someone.

Her eyes darkened as she glanced at Yu Tingting, then spoke in a low voice.

"I suggest you get a CT scan tomorrow to check for brain atrophy."