When Wang Xinfa entered the Executive Government building, treating Qian Huan as if he were a dead man, Feng Mu remained steadfast at the door of the emergency room.
His bloodstained coat hadn't even been changed, his hands gripped tightly, eyes fixed unblinkingly on Qian Huan lying on the operating table.
Thanks to the high-end, luxurious, top-notch VIP emergency room.
The panoramic floor-to-ceiling glass turned the bloody rescue process into a high-level medical performance, much like an open kitchen in some restaurants, allowing waiting guests to see the chef handling each ingredient.
Each precise removal of glass shards by the lead surgeon was as graceful and composed as a chef handling top-grade Wagyu beef;
The nurse's movements in handing over instruments were comparable to a sommelier pouring wine for a distinguished guest;
Even the beeping of the monitors seemed like a meticulously calibrated dinner bell.
Qian Huan [31/417].
