Ren Chongda glanced at Cao Yong's face beside him.
Cao Yong's calm expression carried a solemn touch, as if preparing for battle.
As a neurosurgeon, he knew better than anyone else that the incision Chang Jiawei was poised to make might be more challenging than one in Hepatobiliary Surgery. One involves intense ultrasonic vibrations, while the other is a matter of controlling the force of a pure blade.
However, they could try as she suggested. It didn't matter, because if the position wasn't correct, they could continue to cut through the bone as usual.
Chang Jiawei understood it just as clearly.
The action began.
The tip of the scalpel moved slightly according to the angle and distance she suggested.
The movement was so subtle that it seemed difficult for the onlookers to discern with the naked eye. Did the scalpel move, or did it reach the correct position? Everyone felt it moved, yet at the same time, it seemed as if it hadn't.
