"Hemostatic forceps?" Gao Ming was only good at letting blood out; he had no need for anything that stopped bleeding. Still, as the Psychological Counselor at the Maximum-Security Prison, he knew what hemostatic forceps were.
He looked around. Outside the enormous white curtain in the operating room stood a huge cabinet filled with instruments and tools used in surgery.
"Hurry! Give me the hemostatic forceps!" The voice behind the curtain grew impatient, as though something terrible would happen if Gao Ming failed to hand them over soon.
His instincts told him that it was dangerous behind the curtain. He couldn't simply walk in.
After a moment's thought, he opened the cabinet door, releasing a strong smell of disinfectant. Gao Ming frowned slightly. He saw chunks of tissue still clinging to the surgical instruments, not properly cleaned away.
He found the hemostatic forceps, but just as he was wondering how to pass them over, an arm reached out from behind the white curtain.
Fair-skinned and slender, with a faint scent of perfume, the arm seemed to belong to a woman who took good care of herself.
After grabbing the hemostatic forceps, the arm whisked back behind the curtain.
"Hurry! Move faster! I need a complete laparoscopic set!" The man's voice rang out again, irritable and displeased.
Gao Ming found the scope, insufflation needle, trocar, dissecting forceps, titanium clip applicator, suction tip, and other instruments in the cabinet. There were quite a few things to gather, and as he rummaged through them, he discovered a sealed wooden box inside.
"Give them to me! Give them to me!" An elderly person's arm thrust out through the curtain, its skin covered in age spots and needle marks, waving furiously.
Gao Ming placed the instruments in a tray. After taking it, the person even offered