novelaction Chapter 889: Not convinced? Kill him (109)
Chapter 889: Not convinced? Kill him (109)
Inside the operating room, a cold and solemn atmosphere permeated every corner. The walls were painted a moodless pale green, a color that evoked a strange sense of oppression. The lights were focused on the two operating tables in the center.
Zhong Fanle and the donor, Zhou Silin, already under general anesthesia, lay quietly on the operating table, their bodies completely unconscious. The pale light from the operating light mercilessly illuminated their pale faces.
Xing Rong, fully dressed in surgical gear, slowly entered the operating room. Her delicate features were mostly concealed by a mask, revealing only a pair of calm, focused eyes. She looked around expressionlessly, observing the area specially arranged by Zhong Fanle.
Five meters above the operating room, a circular grandstand hovered. It was constructed entirely of one-way bulletproof glass, coated in a thin layer of gold foil, creating an amber-colored filter effect. Twelve leather chairs were neatly arranged along the arc of the grandstand, each occupied by dignitaries from various countries.
Through the one-way bulletproof glass, these dignitaries could clearly see the surgical scene below and even hear the sounds in the operating room. To them, it was like a carefully choreographed medical performance, and they were the audience sitting in the audience.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the screens of various precision instruments flashed with faint blue or light green data, emitting a monotonous low hum.
On the stainless steel instrument rack, knives, scissors, and pliers are neatly arranged, exuding a cold and sharp aura.
Even her wheelchair was specially replaced with the latest model of electric standing wheelchair today, which was carefully prepared by Zhong Fanle for his surgery.
In addition to Xing Rong, there were several tall male doctors and female nurses standing by, quietly waiting for the operation to begin.
This scene reminded Xing Rong of what Zhong Fanle had said to her before the operation.
"Xue Xiaoqi, after today you will definitely become the most sought-after and most respected doctor. You will definitely thank me in the future."
At that time, Xing Rong did not take this sentence seriously, but now it seems that Zhong Fanle was obviously well prepared.
Did he think that she didn't know that she was already a popular and most sought-after doctor in the industry, and that she also knew that the purpose of his doing this was to use her to make money.
Xiaowei: No wonder this guy insisted on you having surgery, it turns out he wanted to prove your strength in front of these big guys.
Zhong Fanle asked those wealthy people to watch Xiao Xingxing's surgery from above. This way, not only could people see the chips in his hand, but he could also monitor Xing Rong and make sure she wouldn't play any tricks during the operation.
What a pity~
Xing Rong seemed quite indifferent about this, with a slight smile on her lips under the mask.
It didn't matter. They couldn't figure it out anyway. After all, she had already done what she needed to do. No matter how they monitored her, it would be useless.
Xing Rong: Hey, you can ask Ming Xi to inform Zhou Qi and tell him that Zhou Silin is here.
Xiaowei: Huh? Aren't we still going to let Zhou Silin suffer the same pain as the original owner? So you're handing it over to Zhou Qi so easily?
Xing Rong: Zhou Qi can't take Zhou Silin away, so it's better to use her to test Zhou Qi's attitude.
Xiao Wei seemed to understand what Xing Rong meant, nodded, and replied: Okay, I will tell the Little World Master right away.
Xing Rong: Okay, they can go to my room and wait for me. It shouldn’t take long here either.
Xiao Hey: Okay~
After explaining the situation, Xing Rong turned his gaze to the unconscious Zhou Silin.
Ignoring the scrutinizing eyes, Xing Rong maneuvered the wheelchair, slowly moving it toward Zhou Silin's operating table. The wheels made a gentle rolling sound on the ground, which was particularly clear in the quiet environment.
The wheelchair stopped in front of the operating table. Xing Rong slowly adjusted the wheelchair and its position, and then began the transplant surgery that Zhong Fanle had been looking forward to for a long time.