What needs to be confirmed now is that Cao Yong's eyes flashed with a solemn look: "Xiao Song."

Song Xuelin shuddered.

He had never tried this before in a completely invisible situation, his feel for it was not very good, and he did not have enough experience.

Every time a surgeon goes on a difficult operating table, it is like taking another extremely difficult exam, which is a hundred times more difficult than the college entrance examination, because it is not about competing with others, but about surpassing oneself.

Xie Wanying recalled Dr. Hu's surgery. It was obvious that this was a hurdle that Dr. Song had always found difficult to overcome.

"You can't go on like this." Huang Zhilei said anxiously as he watched from the side.

Song Xuelin stared at him, then frowned: How could the stupid senior say that? He was in an even bigger mess. Thinking of this, Song Xuelin suddenly lowered his voice: "Okay, let Dr. Xie help me."

All the people watching the operation held their breath, knowing that the people on the operating table were preparing to go all out and fight to the death.

Tao Zhijie watched the patient playing the violin meticulously.

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...

Under his gaze, the patient did not notice anything unusual and continued to play the violin. However, the orchestra's music was gradually coming to an end, leaving the surgical team with little time.

Doctor Ou Feng was so nervous that he stood beside the tape recorder and dared not move. All he could think about was how to change the song as quickly as possible once the music stopped.

Everyone had to prepare for the worst.

Dr. Charlie, who did not understand the Chinese they were speaking, covered his chin and mouth with his left hand, his expression silent. His eyes flashed solemnly as they swept across the faces of the surgical team members, finally settling on one person.

It starts, the brain pressure plate goes down.

Another stripper went down at a very fast speed, and then another one went down, and then another one went down. Due to the directional problem of the instrument head, the surgical field in the filmed image could not see how deep the instrument went in. Others could only make judgments based on other signs, such as each time the instrument went deeper, no bleeding or other abnormalities were seen, which was enough to show that the stripping operation was very accurate, so magical that it seemed that the doctor could do it accurately without using his eyes.

Many doctors watching in the multimedia conference room dropped their jaws. I just remember that they had just commented on someone's operation, but this hand holding the dissector performed a very difficult move, which clearly overturned what they had just said.

"It's OK. Doctor Song, do as you thought. Make a cut at a 60-degree angle to the left." Xie Wanying said after the skin was removed.

Song Xuelin's brown eyes met hers. The most different thing about her from other people was that she really understood him.

The nurse handed over the electric knife.

Song Xuelin took the knife.

Everyone noticed that Song's style of surgery had suddenly changed. He had transformed from a slow-moving cat into a cheetah in the blink of an eye. The electric knife suddenly penetrated deep into the body.

Everyone's breath went straight to the bottom of their lungs.

In fact, it was not because someone suddenly became more aggressive, but because someone had peeled off the tissue around the tumor, leaving a gap for entry.

When everyone realized this, they heard the sound of the electric knife's current in the air, followed by the operator's foot-operated switch. Less than a few seconds after the sound of the electric coagulation, the electric knife was withdrawn. Then another pair of long forceps prepared nearby entered and took out a small object from the deep part of the patient's brain that was out of sight in the surgical field.

In the multimedia conference room, waves of applause and cheers rang out.