At the scene.
Not a sound could be heard.
Everyone stared blankly as Dong Xuebin operated, their eyes practically dazzled by the sight. His movements were simply too fast, leaving afterimages in his hands. In everyone's mind, a surgery like this should have taken at least half an hour, yet Dong Xuebin finished it in under two minutes. Many were left dumbfounded, though they were only watching the spectacle and had no idea how the operation had turned out.
Only one person knew.
It was the young married woman from the hospital's logistics department.
After Dong Xuebin took off his bloodstained gloves and tossed them aside, the woman immediately picked up a handkerchief and excitedly wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You've worked hard."
A male teacher anxiously asked, "How is she?"
"Did Xiao Yan make it?" a little boy asked, his eyes red.
The woman looked at them and nodded heavily. "The child is temporarily out of danger."
"Ah!" Everyone's emotions were stirred, and quite a few people cheered. "That's great! That's great!"
The male teacher excitedly grabbed the woman's arm. "Thank you, thank you so much!"
The woman waved her hand. "Don't thank me. I didn't do anything. If you want to thank someone, thank that young man. We were lucky too—I never expected there to be a surgeon at the Accident Site."
Dong Xuebin pulled his mask halfway down. "I'm not a doctor."
The woman said awkwardly, "With skills this exquisite, if you're not a doctor, then no one in any hospital in Fenzhou City would dare call themselves one."
"Young man, you're amazing!"
"We really have you to thank this time!"
"Yeah, thank goodness you were here!"
Dong Xuebin waved them off. "Don't stand on ceremony. I really am not a doctor; I've only studied a