Chapter 3963: Hand Me the Tweezers, I Need to Remove the Steel Beads

Chapter 3963: Chapter 3963: Hand Me the Tweezers, I Need to Remove the Steel Beads

The lights in the hospital operating room came on.

Qiao Nian changed into a green surgical gown, pulled on rubber gloves, stared straight at the person on the operating table without looking aside, and reached out her hand: "Scalpel."

Everyone in the operating room watched as Dr. Yu Yan, who had been proud for seven or eight years in their hospital and never acted as anyone’s assistant, naturally stood at the girl’s side and handed over a scalpel.

"Here."

"Mm." Qiao Nian’s eyes lifted slightly at the corners; her gaze didn’t land on him, she just took the scalpel and focused wholeheartedly on beginning the operation.

The man had been anesthetized before entering the operating room, so he was unconscious now, with no awareness.

Normally, Qiao Nian should have been very calm and unaffected, yet Yu Yan’s sharp eyes caught the fleeting hesitation when the girl’s fingertips curled as she made the initial cut.

It was only a brief instant before Qiao Nian continued with the surgery.

Yu Yan, to the side, looked at her profile in surprise—cool and self‑possessed, with no trace of emotional fluctuation visible, as if her focus on the operation had never wavered...

Yu Yan withdrew his gaze, lowered his lashes, and pondered... Q was actually affected by the patient during surgery; this was something that had never happened before.

Back when Qiao Nian performed a craniotomy on a patient at the Pharmacy Association, Yu Yan had also watched the entire process. She hadn’t been distracted for even a second during the operation; the whole procedure was steady as hell.

It had made Yu Yan, who at the time had very little surgical experience, click his tongue in amazement and sparked his desire to get to know Qiao Nian—thus began their many years of friendship.

So Q wasn’t a god; she had moments when she panicked too.

In the past she didn’t panic because the person lying on the table wasn’t Young Master Ye.

Thinking this, Yu Yan again let his gaze fall on the man on the operating table. Under the strong surgical light shining down, that face—forehead white as jade, straight nose, thin lips, perfectly sculpted features with no flaw to be found.

With looks like that, no wonder Q would be moved.

Qiao Nian had no idea that in his heart he already regarded her as a lustful "man." She reached out her hand again: "Give me the forceps, I’m going to take out the steel beads inside."

"Okay." Yu Yan snapped back to himself and swiftly handed the forceps from the tray to the girl.

Qiao Nian instantly pulled her attention back to the operation, carefully and meticulously searching out the small steel beads embedded in Ye Wangchuan’s flesh one by one, then using the tips of the forceps to gently clamp each bead and extract it.

The whole process seemed simple—Qiao Nian was just mechanically repeating: find the beads, use forceps to remove the beads.

But any doctor who understands surgical procedures knows just how much this kind of delicate work grinds down a person’s willpower, which is why surgeries typically have two to three doctors working together.

It’s to prevent the lead surgeon’s energy from being overly depleted, leaving them unable to concentrate on handling the delicate tasks during the operation.

Qiao Nian carried out the whole thing alone for a full two hours, until she finally found the last steel bead, clamped it out from the flesh and dropped it into the tray.

She ignored the beads of sweat hanging from her lashes, handed the forceps back to Yu Yan with a pale face, and said quietly, "Prepare to suture."

"Are you sure there aren’t any small steel beads left in the shoulder that you didn’t find?" Yu Yan lowered his voice to ask.

Qiao Nian picked up gauze to stop the bleeding at Ye Wangchuan’s shoulder, speaking with her head still turned away, confident: "I’m sure."

"As long as you’re sure." Seeing that her energy was heavily drained, Yu Yan stopped nagging by her ear and cooperatively instructed the assisting doctor at the side to get ready to suture the patient.

This part was also carried out personally by Qiao Nian. She skillfully used the surgical needle, thread, and scissors, and everyone in the operating room watched as the thread in her hands darted and flew; in no time she had finished suturing the patient’s wound.