Tang Qisheng had heard enough talk like that. This so-called surgery was undoubtedly another mission, and the man's words concerned whether they would live through the night.
There was just one thing Tang Qisheng couldn't figure out yet. They were only assisting with the surgery, so what danger could there be?
Could it be that the special patient suddenly woke up during the operation, broke free, and killed them all?
After thinking it over, that seemed the likeliest possibility. But when he imagined the patient's abdomen split open, with their internal organs and white bones exposed to the air, the scene was genuinely horrifying.
A moment later, Tang Qisheng shook his head. He was overthinking it. They were still blind, after all. No matter how terrifying the scene was, he wouldn't be able to see it.
But... why did not being able to see it, and having to rely on his imagination, somehow make it even scarier?
"Creak—"
The sound of a door opening made Tang Qisheng frown involuntarily. That didn't sound like the door to an operating room. It sounded like a wooden door.
An old wooden door, one that hadn't been opened in a long time.
The group entered the operating room one by one, with Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie at the very back. The room sounded incredibly busy. He heard instruments being arranged and people walking back and forth. If he listened carefully, he could even make out several people quietly discussing something—perhaps the patient's condition.
"Ahem." Someone cleared his throat. From the sound of his voice, he was a rather old man. "I'll be in charge of this operation. I'm glad you came forward to help, but I'll say it again: this is an operating room, where lives are at stake. You must follow instructions