Inside a spotless operating room.

Dozens of doctoral students stood together and conducted research on patients.

The female patient was lying on the operating table, covered with a green surgical cloth, with a pair of legs exposed underneath.

The legs were uneven in many places, and the skin was loose and sagging like an old lady's, and covered with blue and purple.

It was like a paint palette had been knocked over and stained her body, making her look particularly shocking.

Someone sighed and said: "This is a serious sequelae of improper liposuction surgery leading to infection."

"The liposuction unit was not calculated correctly, so too much fat was taken out and the entire skin collapsed."

"It's so infected again that I can't even do a skin incision."

"Alas, with our current technology, it's difficult to repair it. This little girl's life is ruined..."

Fu Yi's gaze fell on it, calm and indifferent, as if he was looking at a piece of wood.

But he looked serious, as a doctor should do.

While considering the surgical plan to be used, suddenly!

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise.

The door of the operating room was kicked open, and a tall figure walked towards him against the light.

She was wearing a white coat, her hair was tied up high, and she exuded a sense of rigor and severity.

Only when they got closer could they see the face clearly.

The outline is clear, the beauty is cold, and the eyes are extremely cold.

It’s Quan Qiao!

When Fu Yi saw her, he thought of her behavior and conversation last night.

His expression was stern and he ignored it.

Everyone only knew that she was Ying Jiu, and they quickly surrounded her and asked:

"Dr. Ying, you're here! What do you think of today's research?"

"Can you save this patient's leg?"

"I really want to see the medical skills of Dr. Ying!"

Amidst the crowd of supporters, Quan Qiao casually glanced at the purple-blue legs.

She curled her lips and said, "It's just a minor operation. I can handle it. But -"

As she spoke, she glanced at Fu Yi:

"Professor Fu must leave immediately!"

Fu Yi frowned, and glanced at her with a cold and distant look, reminding her:

"Dr. Ying, this is a surgical research. Anyone is qualified to stay here. You will not be allowed to mess around!"

"But I'm enough for this minor operation!"

Quan Qiao said this and walked towards him step by step.

As she got closer, she stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear:

"If you don't leave, I don't mind letting your child appear in my belly right here and now!"

Fu Yi's back stiffened and his eyes grew dark.

He looked into Quan Qiao's eyes, which were full of stubbornness and arrogance.

As if he didn't want to waste time with her, he opened his lips slightly:

"I'll sit in the quarantine area, you guys continue."

After saying this, he walked over to the blue partition curtain next to him and sat down.

It was several meters away and above the operating table, so I couldn't see the condition of the legs below.

Everyone was stunned and curious. What did Ying Jiu say? Why did Professor Fu go to a corner alone?

And why did Ying Jiu only target Fu Yi? Did he dislike Fu Yi?

Professor Fu actually has to sit in the corner sometimes. What a pitiful man...

Quan Qiao glanced at the distance between them and Fu Yi, then curled her lips in satisfaction and said to everyone:

"With Professor Fu's attainments, there's no need to study anymore, just rest.

Come over and take a good look, and help out."

Everyone instantly: ...

Could it be that Quan Qiao kept them here to ask them to help?

Just a moment ago, I felt that Professor Fu was so pitiful, but the clown turned out to be themselves...