Night gave way to day. Wang Chuan, the surgical assistant, glanced up at the digital clock on the wall.
8:10 AM. The surgery had been ongoing for five hours and forty-five minutes.
Wang Chuan rolled his sore shoulders and stretched his back, his gaze returning to Yan Feifan's hands.
The surgery was in its final stages. Ding Xuan's nose had been completely reconstructed, and Yan Feifan was now performing the final, delicate refinements.
Yan Feifan's hands were as steady and precise as they were at the start. He adjusted muscle bundles in a single, perfect motion, requiring no further correction.
This was a level of skill Wang Chuan himself could achieve.
But only during the initial phase of a surgery, when his mind and body were at their peak and he was meticulously prepared.
As his stamina and concentration waned, especially midway through a procedure when unexpected complications arose at the surgical site…
