Zhou Kailan shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Mr. Long, it's already in the room next to yours! Start the operation! The heart will be there any second!"
Seventh Brother kicked out, sending Zhou Kailan's walkie-talkie flying to the ground, and the two immediately clashed!
Inside, Long Aotian looked at the walkie-talkie, then raised his head and looked at his colleagues.
"Should we trust him?"
The group exchanged uneasy looks, all at a loss.
For such an important surgery, they had to wait until the critical moment to hand over the organ for transplantation, and there had been mishaps again and again...
None of them had ever performed a surgery like this in their lives.
Long Aotian pressed his lips together. "Can we still administer anesthetic?"
"It... would be dangerous."
Long Aotian said, "Try the smallest dose. Split it into several injections. As long as he doesn't wake up during the surgery, that'll do. As for waking up afterward and hurting like hell... he'll just have to endure it himself."
"Wouldn't that hurt so badly he'd wish he were dead?"
Long Aotian looked at them. "He's been cut open several times already. If he survives, he ought to go burn incense at a temple in thanks! Pain? Being able to feel pain would be a blessing for him! I'm worried he won't be able to feel pain at all in the future! Prepare for surgery. Patriarch Zhou is dealing with my junior brother. Once he beats him, the heart will come in."
Zhao Ritian rushed into the room next door, leaving the four doctors stunned.
Zhao Ritian slapped one of them hard across the face. "Fuck, does whoever pays you get to have you carve out innocent people's organs!?"
The four covered their faces, not daring to make a sound.