As if driven by some mysterious force, Qin Qingran called out as the man turned around.
The desire to walk side-by-side with this man grew stronger and stronger.
In an instant, the man's heart, frozen like a mid-winter's eve, melted, while the woman's gentle smile flowed like warm sunlight within.
"Alright!"
They arrived at the familiar operating room, transforming into skilled surgeons, promptly completing the pre-surgery preparations.
The tense and meticulous surgery proceeded with urgency.
"Curved forceps."
"Hemostatic forceps."
"Hooked tweezers."
"..."
Apart from the sound of machines, only Shen Minghan's steady and cold voice filled the operating room.
Qin Qingran, assisting as a lead surgeon, followed the man's rhythm perfectly, equally cold and focused.
Their cooperation was as seamless and natural as between a left and right hand, their precision and understanding causing the assisting nurses to glance sideways with admiration.
