The next day was a Sunday, but because it was a makeup day for the May Day holiday, it was also a workday.
When Yan Feifan woke up, he didn't rush to get out of bed. Instead, he carefully assessed his mental and physical state.
'Quite good. Not bad at all.'
At the same time, a flicker of light appeared before his eyes.
A three-dimensional image appeared, slowly rotating before him. It showed the spinal cord, tumor, nerve bundles, and blood vessels, all entangled and encased within transparent vertebrae.
Then, at Yan Feifan's thought, a total of eleven Puncture Needles materialized in the 3D image, passing through the vertebrae from different angles and piercing different parts of the tumor.
Next to the Puncture Needles were labels like "3.8ml" and "4.2ml."
"Yiyi, do you have any suggestions for improving this tumor puncture and injection plan?"
This time, Yiyi's figure didn't appear. Only a voice echoed in Yan Feifan's mind.
"Don't screw it up!"
