The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

The members of the Feng family pushed the old man to the ward, and she picked up the anesthetic and began to inject him with general anesthesia.

Immediately afterwards, he began to shave the old man's hair.

After doing all this, she went to change into the hospital's surgical gown for disinfection.

Her eyes were cold, "The surgeon is ready, the sterile table is ready."

At this moment, Mu Changying was surrounded by a powerful aura.

She lost her softness and coldness when she killed people, and became a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded.

In this war without gunpowder smoke, her expression remained calm, as if she had already won the battle.

"They've arrived."

Dean Huang looked at the girl in front of him, and couldn't help feeling a little hot in his heart.

He also wanted to be an assistant to Changning Miracle Physician, so that he could observe the operation process.

But he still has to deal with hospital affairs, so he doesn't have that leisure time.

"Dean."

"Dean."

"Dean."

A group of doctors and nurses changed into surgical gowns, and they were extremely surprised when they saw that the surgeon who performed the surgery was a young girl.

Dr. Wang frowned, glanced at Mu Changying with disgust, snorted coldly, and strode into the operating room first.

Dean Huang looked at Dr. Wang's back with hatred, "Girl Changning, Old Wang is such a bully, don't worry about it."

This old guy is really old, and his eyes are not very good.

Mu Changying frowned, and said in a calm voice, "It's nothing."

She doesn't care what other people think of her.

What's the use of just talking about it, strength trumps everything else, and the final result will definitely slap these people in the face.

She entered the operating room, took out a pen and began to draw lines on Feng Lao's head.

Mu Changying stretched out her hand, glanced lightly at the assistant next to her, "Give me the knife."

The voice was so cold that the female nurse couldn't help shivering.

She flinched, and respectfully handed the sterilized knife to the girl in front of her.

"Hiss—"

Mu Changying took the knife, and cut along the drawn line without stopping.

This perfect cut caused the people in the operating room to immediately restrain the contempt in their eyes.

Dr. Wang turned his eyes away, "Hmph, it's nothing more than mediocre."

Although this knife technique is superb, he can also do it. I really don't know if the dean has gone crazy and entrusted such an important operation to a yellow-haired girl.

For Dr. Wang's sarcasm, Mu Changying even gave him a stingy look.

She looked intently at Feng Lao on the operating table, "Plastic wallet."

The nurse handed it over respectfully, and she stretched out her small hand to take it, and clamped the patient's cut scalp to stop the bleeding.

The girl's hands looked long and slender even though she was wearing gloves.

"Give me the pneumatic craniotomy drill."

Mu Changying looked at the exposed bloody head, his eyes seemed to be a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

She picked up a tool and punched four small holes in Feng Lao's exposed skull, forming a square shape.

"Miss Doctor, this is a high-speed cutting knife—a milling cutter."

This time without her reminding, the female assistant automatically took out the tools needed for the next step.

"Good performance."

After being praised by the miracle doctor, the female nurse's eyes showed excitement.

The miracle doctor looks so small, but it is really powerful!

Dr. Wang, who had previously been indifferent to her, put aside his contempt and seriously observed her.

"Shhhhhhh-"

Mu Changying picked up the milling cutter, inserted it into the drilled hole, and cut out a square skull.