The Legend of the Medical Concubine

Chapter 287 The operation begins

The morning sun still sprinkled quietly in the operating room like a golden veil, but the warm light could not melt the tense air that seemed to be solidified. The entire operating room seemed to be frozen in the long river of time, and every breath was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.

Lin Ruoxue held the scalpel tightly, and the cold touch spread from her fingertips to her heart, as if reminding her of the difficulty and danger of this operation. Her eyes were focused and determined, and she had only one thought in her mind - she must save Su Yifeng. This thought was like a blazing flame, rising in her heart, giving her strength and courage.

Lin Ruoxue raised the scalpel slowly with her trembling hands. The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like a sword that was about to decide her fate. She took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the courage into her body. Every breath was filled with tension and expectation, and the breath reverberated in her chest, inspiring her like a war drum.

She carefully brought the scalpel close to Su Yifeng's body. Every movement was like walking on a tightrope. A slight mistake could lead to irreversible consequences. Her hands trembled slightly, not only because of nervousness, but also because she knew the heavy responsibility she was shouldering.

Su Yifeng's body trembled slightly when the scalpel approached. The slight tremor was like a butterfly flapping its wings, but it set off a storm in the hearts of Su Yiyun and Lin Ruoxue. At that moment, time seemed to stand still and the air seemed to solidify.

Su Yiyun's heart suddenly tightened, his eyes were fixed on the operating table, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat. He clenched his hands tightly together, his nails dug deep into the flesh, but he could not feel any pain. He kept praying in his heart: "Yifeng, you must hold on! Ruoxue, you must succeed!" His eyes were full of worry and expectation, and the complex emotions intertwined together, making his heart feel like a huge rock was pressing down on him.

Lin Ruoxue performed the operation with full concentration, and beads of sweat gradually oozed out of her forehead. Those beads of sweat sparkled in the sun, as if they were the witness of her efforts and persistence. Her eyes were full of concentration and determination, as if the whole world only had her and Su Yifeng. Every move she made was careful, as if she was carving a precious work of art. Every cut and every suture required extreme precision and patience. She seemed to have transformed into an artist, using her own hands and wisdom to create hope for Su Yifeng's life.

"Yiyun, pass me that tool." Lin Ruoxue's voice broke the silence, but with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness. The voice sounded particularly clear in the silent operating room, as if it was the call of fate.

Su Yiyun quickly came back to his senses. He reached out to the tool table in a panic, but because of nervousness, he failed to grab the right tool several times. His heart was filled with fear and anxiety, afraid that his carelessness would affect the operation. "Calm down, calm down!" Su Yiyun shouted to himself in his heart. He tried to calm his breathing and stop his hands from shaking. He finally grabbed the right tool and handed it to Lin Ruoxue with trembling hands.

Lin Ruoxue took the tools, nodded slightly, and continued to operate. The atmosphere in the operating room was extremely tense, and time seemed to have frozen. Every second seemed as long as a century, and every action was full of risks and challenges. In this small operating room, a battle of life and death was going on. Lin Ruoxue and Su Yiyun's hearts were filled with hope and fear. They didn't know what the outcome of this battle would be, but they knew that they had to go all out.