What exactly is the situation?
Cao Yong was the first to step forward and approach the operating table. The rest followed behind him.
"No, no."
This voice belonged to Student Xie.
The newcomers almost mistook her for the teacher here. Student Xie's tone was like a commander giving orders.
"Move the tip of the scalpel a little lower, not vertically or parallel, but at a thirty-degree angle to the bottom left, moving about 2 millimeters."
Thirty-degree angle, 2 millimeters?
Each of them stomped on the brakes as if frightened.
Zhang Tinghai subconsciously rubbed his chest and suddenly understood why Chang Jiawei, the chatterbox, wasn't speaking.
How to achieve the requirement of a thirty-degree, two-millimeter movement? Just hearing it felt terrifying. It was like a microscope-level movement. Does moving such a tiny distance even matter?
