Han Pingxiao quickly walked out of the operating room, his expression and complexion only slightly troubled, but his gaze towards Lu Cheng was filled with complexity.
Deng Duanniu, an old hand who had known Han Pingxiao for a long time, said, "Did you two have some deep exchange in front of others inside?"
"Seems like you were the one being deeply exchanged with?"
A joke pulled Han Pingxiao from his daze back to reality. He continued to look Lu Cheng up and down, with a wry smile, and took over the topic, "Brother Lu, I didn't even react to what happened, and it was over just like that?"
Deng Duanniu's mouth opened slightly as he clumsily began to look at the clothes of Lu Cheng and Han Pingxiao, seemingly finding nothing amiss.
Lu Cheng, meeting Deng Duanniu's inquisitive gaze, scratched his chin, "Brother Deng, your traction work was excellent!"
"Let's wait and see the patient's plain film results, it should've gone back into place."
