Zhou Kailan was shocked pale!
Was this woman really that formidable!?
Jiang Yuanshu had wanted to stab Zhou Kailan to death with one stroke, but suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, and her breathing became chaotic.
With Zhou Yujiao tucked under her arm, she tried several times to regulate her breathing but could not suppress the poison in her body.
She could only force herself to remain calm. "Just you wait!"
With that, she shot upward, shattered a large window, and darted out.
Zhou Kailan jumped out to pursue her, only to see Jiang Yuanshu already weaving through the battlefield several rooms away across from him.
Zhou Kailan angrily smashed a wall section with one punch. "Fuck! Bitch! I curse you to die horribly and become some man's plaything!"
Then he suddenly remembered something. "Shit!"
Long Aotian once again cut open Zhou Kailan's son's...
The medical staff around him all looked at him with admiration.
Long Aotian himself was quite pleased.
He had just sewn it up, then cut it open again, and his control of force had been excellent. He had neither enlarged the wound nor interfered with the healing of the original incision.
Not every doctor possessed such technique.
A nurse said, "Mr. Long, your technique is simply divine."
Long Aotian smiled faintly. "A doctor's hands must be steady, but what needs to be steadier is one's state of mind. For example, after cutting someone open and sewing them back up, then having to cut them open again, most people would fall apart. But we are facing a life. We must give him a brand-new heart, so we ourselves must have strong hearts."
"Don't treat this as a second operation. Treat it like the first one—hold reverence in your heart, believe in your own abilities, and