"Yes, I see it!"
Before Linghu Lan could say anything, Cangwu had already invaded her mind and taken over her body again.
After thinking for a moment, she voluntarily relinquished control of her body.
She could sense that Cangwu was examining the contents of her mind, seeing deeper, farther, and more than she did.
A moment later, Cangwu emerged.
He glanced at Linghu Lan and said slowly, "Close your eyes, I'll take charge of the surgery!"
Linghu Lan: "???"
What??
"You were the lead surgeon?? How could you be the lead surgeon?"
Linghu Lan was extremely surprised: My dear Wei Tang, you can't do things recklessly. I know you've seen the medical knowledge in my mind, but that's theory. The actual operation of surgery is completely different from that.
Cangwu glanced at her silently, then reached out and closed Linghu Lan's eyes.
With a slight twitch of her left little finger, a scalpel flew up and swiftly made a perfect incision in the man's private parts on the hospital bed.
He moved his fingers again, and the suture needle began to stitch, the stitches even and appropriate, practically perfect.
A few minutes later, the surgery was completed.
"alright!"
Linghu Lan couldn't resist the urge to visit the patient.
Cangwu blushed slightly, his handsome face resembling a fiery sunset: "He's not dead!"
"No, I want to see who is so lucky as to have an ancient god personally perform surgery on them. They must have saved the galaxy in their past life!!"
Cangwu's eyes sparkled, and he coughed softly to conceal his restless heart.
"Um!"
Linghu Lan: "..." I didn't expect you to be like this, Wei Tang, you actually have to use praise?
Hahahaha!
Cangwu blushed as he glanced at Linghu Lan. He was a god, yet he was performing surgery on a mortal. If it weren't for the woman in front of him, what merit did that person have?
The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became, and in a flash he slipped back into the statue.
Linghu Lan broke free of the illusion and turned around to put away her scalpel.
Everyone seemed to awaken from a dream.
Dr. Zhao continued, "Xiao Mo, the scalpel is ready..."
Before he could finish the word "ma," Dr. Zhao abruptly stopped, glancing at Linghu Lan with surprise.
"Is the surgery over?"
"Yes, that's right!"
"You did it all by yourself?"
"Um!"
Dr. Zhao: "..."
Dr. Zhao looked at Linghu Lan with a strange expression. He clearly remembered that Linghu Lan had just entered the operating room and was explaining the pre-operative precautions.
The procedure wasn't finished before the details were explained, and the surgery was already over?
He doesn't believe it!
Undeterred, he examined the patient's penis closely, carefully inspecting the incision and sutures. After looking at it, he felt a sense of disorientation.
"Did you really perform this surgery?"
"Hmm! What's wrong?" Linghu Lan was very content as she enjoyed the fruits of Cangwu's victory. The husband plants the tree, and the wife enjoys the shade. No problem!
"Oh! Nothing?"
Dr. Zhao kept his mouth tightly shut, his heart aching with immense pain. Was Mo Yin a newcomer? Was he really a newcomer?
If a perfect surgery is out of 100 points, Mo Yin's surgery would score 110 points.
He probably won't be able to perform such a surgery for another ten years. It's no use saying anything now. He actually wanted to support Mo Yin. It seems he really wasted his talents before!
"Dr. Zhao, I'm going out now!" Linghu Lan finished packing her things.
"Okay, okay, go ahead!"
Dr. Zhao carefully examined the patient's sutures again, then quickly left the operating room to make a phone call.
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