The smell was strong but easily nauseating, a kind of nausea that stemmed from both the mind and body.
Du Heng wanted to leave but felt embarrassed, so he could only hold on, and hold on a little longer.
Yet it was this feeling of embarrassment that made him gradually develop a sense of rejection toward the operating room.
If there's a next time, he won't step into the operating room again; no matter who invites him, he won't set foot there.
The best fit for him in this life is to be an internist in traditional Chinese medicine or an orthopedic doctor. Such bloody scenes are really not suited for him.
After an hour and a half, the surgery finally ended, and Du Heng was relieved. The moment he stepped out of the operating room, he suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion; even his knees felt a bit weak, almost unable to stand.
Sir Huang looked at Du Heng amusingly and asked softly, "What's wrong, Deputy Director Du not accustomed to such scenes?"
