Shao He's hands never stopped as he looked at the instruments, constantly adjusting and searching for the fallen blood clots.
Yun Qian knew something must have gone wrong but dared not ask, only silently standing aside.
"Bring the tweezers and the suction tube."
Just as Shao He was about to give up, he finally spotted the fallen blood clot and began the suturing surgery after clearing the last one.
If one says craniotomy is dangerous, it's not the opening but the suturing—having to sew from the inner to outer layers, including the dura, skull, subcutaneous, and skin, ensuring that the cerebrospinal fluid does not leak.
Moreover, a drainage tube had to be inserted to drain the blood from the surgical site to the outside, reducing the formation of postoperative hematoma.
After enduring two Chinese hours, Shao He finally finished the suturing and breathed a sigh of relief at the stable condition.
"What exactly is going on here?" Yun Qian finally couldn't hold back and asked.
