"Is the electric saw plugged in?"
"It is, it is, no worries."
Once confirmed, the tent instantly filled with the buzzing sound of the saw.
Even those outside couldn't help but shiver upon hearing it.
There's a saying among them: Those who work with bones must have been craftsmen in their last or the one before, always hammering or chiseling away.
Lu Jing was sweating profusely on his forehead and face, unlike in a hospital's operating room where he would have assistants to dab away his sweat.
Yet, however uncomfortable it was, he endured it.
He devoted himself to performing the surgery on the little boy.
Nurse Director looked on, somewhat worried. She was busy with tasks at hand and couldn't leave.
"Everything alright?"
Doctor Lu's body was already in the third month of pregnancy, a notably unstable time.
Hadn't he been moved to outpatient care since confirming his pregnancy?
