The female physician lifted the microscope from her eye, narrowed her eyes slightly, and turned back to watch Quan Yi's figure.
After a brief moment of adjustment, she saw the person before her clearly, and surprise instantly flashed through her eyes.
"Young Master, you're back!"
The moment those words came out, all the medical staff around them were stunned. Inside the noisy hospital, it was as if someone had pressed mute; everyone's mouths hung open as they stared blankly at Quan Yi.
The female physician was about to rise to greet him as she spoke, but Quan Yi raised a hand to stop her. "No need. The injured come first right now. May I try?"
"Of course."
She gave up her position to Quan Yi without the slightest hesitation and asked, taking on the posture of an assistant, "Young Master, do you need assistance?"
Quan Yi strode up and replied, "It's fine. This will be over soon."
He revealed a gentle smile and first used his broad hand to stroke the area around the patient's wound.
"Don't worry. I can definitely help you reattach this hand. Once your injury heals, I'll have you discharged so you can enjoy the holiday properly, all right?"
Perhaps it was because of his tone, but the patient suddenly felt the pain of the wound replaced by a warm current, and his whole body relaxed with it.
With reddened eyes, he answered, "Thank you, Young Master. Thank you, Young Master."
Although this was his first time meeting the man in front of him, he trusted Quan Yi deeply.
There was no other reason for it. It was solely because he was the Young Master.
After calming the patient's emotions, Quan Yi pulled the severed arm over through the air.
His Divine Sense had long since