Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 533 - 317 losing to Xia Ye again! I’m numb to it!_2

The serious questions were mostly addressed when Ji Xiaomin asked, "Excuse me, are you going to be the chief surgeon for the operation later?"

Although her question was not academically related, it was something that the research staff were very curious about.

As the research staff naturally held a sense of awe and curiosity towards the lead surgeon capable of performing such a complex operation.

The chief physician, in his thirties or forties, seemed the likely candidate to lead such a major operation, but then he denied it, "Of course not, Professor Luo is currently resting in the lounge, getting ready. You’ll meet him soon."

When mentioning ’Professor Luo,’ one could hear the respect in the chief physician’s voice, which piqued the researchers’ curiosity even more. If someone could elicit such a tone from the chief, his status must be higher than theirs. Just how old could he be...

In the midst of the many hushed discussions, only Shen Zhiqiao remained exceptionally calm.

Her calmness was not out of indifference, and her expression even showed a slight liveliness.

Because she knew who Professor Luo mentioned by the chief physician was.

Shen Zhixi’s wheelchair passed by the entrance of the consultation room, the friction of the tires on the floor making a subtle noise, especially when the room itself was not quiet.

Xia Ye looked out the door instinctively, as if thinking of something.

She looked somewhat distracted, drawing Ji Xiaomin’s attention as well.

However, the gap in the door was perfectly positioned so that they couldn’t see outside from where they were.

She curiously asked, "Junior sister, what are you looking at?"

Xia Ye shifted her gaze back, "Nothing."

It would be more accurate to say she was listening rather than looking...

Outside, Dean Ke introduced, "Mr. Shen, the researchers from the Academy of Sciences have arrived. They should be in the middle of a meeting now. Miss Shen is among them. Would you like to go in and take a look?"

Shen Zhixi glanced inside with a detached gaze. Dean Ke couldn’t make out whom he was looking at, nor could he see the fleeting pause in that quick look.

"No need," Shen Zhixi was rather busy that day, with people from the O Alliance relentlessly causing trouble, requiring his attention.

Dean Ke expressed understanding and made small talk, "All right, Mr. Shen, then you go ahead with your work. The surgery will take several hours, and Miss Shen probably won’t leave until the evening."

His meaning was that Shen Zhiqiao wouldn’t leave until the evening, and if Shen Zhixi wanted to see his sister, he could wait until then. However, Shen Zhixi’s focus was on something else, "Busy until that late... Will there be time for a meal?"

Dean Ke hadn’t expected the busy Mr. Shen to pay attention to such meticulous details and quickly nodded in response, "Certainly, Mr. Shen, don’t worry."

Shen Zhixi fell silent for a few seconds, his demeanor reverting to cold indifference as he wheeled away.

In the operating room, Luo Yisan donned the full surgical attire, his slightly long hair locked under the cap, revealing a young face with sharp, lean contours. He had placed a plaster over the scarred area on the side of his neck, which didn’t look out of place. freewёbnoνel.com

The researchers all understood the protocol, standing neatly to the side without making any sound, even though their hearts were filled with astonishing wonder.

The surgeon capable of leading such an operation was surprisingly young!

Not only was he young... but he was also of a striking appearance, although he seemed anything but friendly, as if he were there to perform an experiment, and the patient awaiting treatment on the bed was just an experiment subject with its own number.

His irises were faintly gray and somewhat small, looking exceptionally cold and clear, and those emotionless eyes swept across the researchers, lingering only when he saw Shen Zhiqiao and Xia Ye, revealing two different emotions.

However, as soon as the operating table lights came on, any trace of emotion vanished completely.

The patient, anesthetized, was sterilized and covered with several layers of sterile drapes, leaving only the surgical site exposed.

The patient’s hair had been shaved off, facilitating the craniotomy.

The operation involved some frighteningly precise instruments, such as hand drills and chainsaws, among others.

Luo Yisan, with tool in hand, drilled and cut with a dexterity akin to that of a sculptor at work.

Blood splattered onto his face, but the man’s eyes didn’t even blink.

The muddy irises, the cool tone of the sclera, coupled with the bright red, hot blood, presented a contrast that sent shivers down the spine.

Fortunately, the researchers had all seen their fair share of intense scenarios. If it were an ordinary person walking in, they would likely faint from the bloody sight.

The cold-blooded nature was real, but the surgical skill was genuinely impressive.

Huang Yan watched intently, having specially reviewed video material of similar surgeries beforehand. The surgery in the video was performed by a well-known international doctor, but honestly, his technique was not as clean as that of Professor Luo before them.

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The grueling six-hour surgery concluded, and the lights outside the operating room went out.