The sick beauty quits working in Shura Field | (BL, MTL)

Chapter 61: Yu Yanjing, you got the wrong person

Yu Yanjing had coronary artery bypass surgery today.

When he entered the operating room, he heard the assistants and nurses chatting.

"Can you play the song in the wilderness? I want to listen to that song."

"So you like it too! I also really like Shen Zhouran's songs, but he is too unproductive and his second album hasn't been released yet."

"He's been very busy recently. Qingyun is cooperating with Southwest Tombs. He must be the main artist. He probably has to rush out the manuscript every day."

"Wait a minute, didn't you guys read the Dou Group's post yesterday?"

"What post? I was so exhausted yesterday that I had no time to surf the Internet."

"It was revealed that Shen Zhouran was not the biological son of the Shen family. His biological mother was someone else, and she was also a murderer!"

"Oh no??"

"What are you talking about? How can the Shen family treat him so well if he is not his biological son?"

"A murderer's child? Oh my God, that's disgusting!"

"Don't you think so? This is his biological mother's crime. What does it have to do with him?"

"Didn't some people think it was strange that Shen Zhouran wore jewelry on his left wrist every time he broadcasted? Maybe he committed suicide due to mental illness. The genes of such people are inferior, and the children of murderers will definitely not be normal. Where to go!"

The assistant who said this had long been dissatisfied with the nurse in a department who talked about Shen Zhouran's short words all day long, and took the opportunity to step on him hard.

Wasn't it just that he was helping a girl? Everyone told her how kind and gentle she was and what ideals she had in the world. Still too young, don't you know that rich people like to show off in front of outsiders?

As he was talking, someone stabbed him hard and pointed him to look ahead.

The assistant happened to meet Yu Yanjing's gaze and said, "Doctor Yu, um, shall we start now?"

Although Yu Yanjing was not the highest-ranking person in the department, she was the one they least wanted to get close to. Normal chatting is fine, but Yu Yanjing hates chatting in the operating room, and surgeries with him are often particularly boring.

But this time, Yu Yanjing seemed to be in a good mood and asked without pursuing it: "How long have you been under general anesthesia?"

The assistant hurriedly replied to him.

The two nurses who liked Shen Zhouran felt uncomfortable. They rolled their eyes at the assistant and changed the music to piano music.

After the anesthesia took effect, Yu Yanjing asked his assistant to remove the blood vessel. He held a scalpel in his hand.

The silver-white scalpel reflected the cold white metal light under the light. While the prelude to the piano music started playing, Yu Yanjing moved the tip of the knife downwards and cut open the chest bit by bit.

The feeling of breaking through the skin is very smooth and silky, without any obstruction. The fat particles are exposed to the air one by one, and a few will fall out when touched lightly. It feels soft and elastic when pinched.

Yu Yanjing stared closely at the bright red beating heart that was gradually revealed. His hands were very steady. No one knew that his breathing was getting heavier under the layers of protection. Nerves pulse, conveying pleasure.