Inside the operating room, the lights were pale and glaring, as if making every trace of the eerie atmosphere in the air impossible to hide.
Tom stood to one side, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at everything happening before him, his face written all over with terror. His breathing was rapid and ragged, his chest heaving violently. Beads of sweat as large as beans rolled continuously down his forehead, sliding across his face, which was distorted by shock.
He had always known that traditional Chinese medicine was profound and wondrous. Yet this scene before him completely surpassed all his previous understanding.
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