The Joker Was You

Medical Center.

Operating Room 2.

Everyone who had witnessed the sheer dominance of Money Power fell silent.

"Alright, as long as the protective suit is fine, let's turn our attention back to the surgery."

Chief of Surgery Richard disliked this atmosphere and quickly cut in. "After all, we're doctors, not astronauts!"

Everyone nodded.

But inwardly, they were all complaining, Not even astronauts could necessarily afford something this custom-made.

Chief of Surgery Richard could see what they were thinking.

Because he wanted to complain too.

Still, everyone refocused on the surgery, not daring or willing to bring up that topic reeking of endless ostentation again.

"Dr. Burke, you've been in there for twenty-eight minutes. Get ready to come out."

During the operation, Adam stopped early at a critical point and reminded Dr. Burke, who had become so absorbed that he had lost track of time.

"Already?"

Dr. Burke was surprised.

"Yes."

Adam nodded. "I kept track."

"Preston, come out."

Chief of Surgery Richard came to his senses as well and directed, "Derek, get ready."

"Alright!"

Dr. Shepherd, already more than halfway suited up, nodded and said to the nurse helping him dress, "Let's begin."

Once this orthopedic protective suit was fully worn, it only had thirty minutes' worth of oxygen. If that time was exceeded, the wearer would suffocate and lose consciousness.

Therefore, it could not be fully put on until the moment one entered.

Dr. Burke did not object either. The moment he disengaged from work, he immediately noticed that breathing had become somewhat difficult—a sign of insufficient oxygen.

"Let's continue."

After Dr. Burke left and Dr. Shepherd entered, taking the first assistant's position, Adam smiled. "The patient's intestines have completely swollen. We need to squeeze out the excess fluid inside, or we won't be able to put them back