Today’s competition began in this strange atmosphere.
All seventeen participating teams, without any withdrawals, entered the sterile area of their respective patients and began their preoperative preparations.
On the dicine Sect’s side, An Yiqing was the lead surgeon, with three senior brothers including Nie Yuan as assistants, all dressed in sterile gowns as they walked into the sterile room.
At this mont, the venue was silent, and the atmosphere among the guests was sowhat heavy, accompanied by a mix of tension and excitent.
This was the first ti everyone had the opportunity to observe surgery closely, and their emotions were complex.
On the field, the participants began treating patients, and dicine Sect’s ridian suturing was especially in the spotlight.
An Yiqing conducted a detailed examination of the patient’s body and found his condition to be much better than Ye Feng’s. It seed he had been injured not long ago and had received only conservative treatnt before.
"I can’t give you general anesthesia, you must be consciously aware so I can precisely suture your ridians. In a mont, I’ll administer local anesthesia, but the surgery process will still be very painful, so you must endure it," An Yiqing told the patient.
The patient nodded; at this point, he could only grit his teeth and bear it.
"Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to reduce your pain."
An Yiqing gave the patient an encouraging look and turned to extract a few Silver Needles from a brocade bag, placing them on his acupuncture points.
Then, she had the patient take an anesthetic pill. This dicine was concocted by herself, with very strong properties, capable of minimizing the patient’s suffering.
After completing all the preoperative tasks, An Yiqing took out a Silver Needle so fine it was almost invisible to the naked eye and threaded a Microline through the small hole at one end of the needle. This entire process was conducted under a magnifying glass; An Yiqing’s eyes could see through things, but they could not enlarge them.
Previously, when she perford surgery on Ye Feng, her abilities were limited, and she could only transform Inner Breath into a solid form to guide the suturing. However, that approach was too exhausting and drew too much attention. Over the past year, her dical Arts advanced by leaps and bounds, and she developed a very fine surgical thread nad "Microline." This thread could only be clearly seen under a magnifying glass and felt almost nonexistent when held. Successfully suturing ridians with it relied on the doctor’s personal experience and skill.
An Yiqing had tried it on several severely injured small animals, and it worked excellently.
Today, she would use her invented Microline for the first ti in human surgery.
An Yiqing gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
When she opened her eyes again, her entire deanor underwent a dramatic change: solemn, serious, calm, sacred.
Gently picking up the Silver Needle with the Microline attached, An Yiqing began her second ridian suturing in her life.
The venue was extrely quiet, with dozens of caras moving around, capturing every detail of the surgery. Several judges of the jury left their seats, pacing around the seventeen sterile zones.
Also present on the field were students of these judges, totaling dozens of specialized experts. They were there to prevent any mishaps by the contestants and to observe and learn, improving their professional skills.
The atmosphere at the guest seats grew heavy as well, the faint scent of blood in the air and the sight of bloody human organs reminded everyone that this was not just a competition but a fight to save lives on the verge of fading.
The surgical process was even more bloody and brutal than imagined; so guests couldn’t bear it and left halfway through. So suppressed nausea and continued to persevere, while others exhibited a twisted fascination, remaining unfazed by the view of blood-drenched viscera. For example, Gu Yelin fit this twisted profile, and then there was Yin Xilin, having lunch in the guest seats, who was a minor oddity.
As the morning passed, so teams whose surgeries were shorter were already tidying up, while An Yiqing continued focusing on the ridian suturing, her head lowered, her hands appearing empty yet cautiously moving. Her blue sterile gloves were covered in blood, with so also staining her attire.
The patient’s face turned pale from pain, sweat covering his forehead. An Yiqing was not much different, with beads of sweat densely dotting her forehead.
Wearing a mask, only her soulful eyes were visible, intently focusing on the surgical area, her expression calm and composed.
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