Nancy stared pensively at the man on the operating table.

His injuries were complex, blurry from the chest down to the knees, especially on the thighs, and the torn combat suit mixed with minced flesh was indistinct.

He kept his eyes wide open, as cold as the wind, and Nancy would not have noticed that he was listening to the low consultation of the famous physicians next to him if it weren't for the occasional sharp gaze that showed a hint of concentration.

The operating room was airtight, but she felt a cold wind, low, whistling past the tip of her heart.

No one dared to operate rashly. The patients brought in with this man were all important people, and his injuries were too difficult. The doctors couldn't reach a conclusion, and they were anxious and nervous, sweating profusely on their foreheads.

"The patient appeared to be bleeding over a large area, but in fact there were only a few areas of heavy bleeding, and the location of the bleeding was unknown, which could be confirmed simultaneously during the debridement." As if she had forgotten her identity as a bystander, Nancy walked forward with a composed expression.

"These areas are very likely the original sites of the bleeding point and need to be paid special attention to during debridement." Pointing a few points to the injured person, Nancy raised her head and looked at the doctors who were still in a daze, her eyes filled with "Any questions!"

The confidence on her face caught Eric's eye, and she soon noticed that someone was looking at her.

Nancy instinctively frowned and looked over, those eyes that concealed abyssal depths gave her a shiver in her heart, as if she had been caught and made a mistake, blushing "swish"...

Coughing awkwardly, Nancy composed herself secretly and continued, "The patient's injury is serious and complex, and extra care must be taken during debridement. I don't have the authority to operate, and if necessary, I can give phased guidance on the side."

No one paid attention to the redness on her face, and the doctors looked at each other subconsciously, thinking that Nancy was right, but couldn't help questioning, "How sure are you?" ! Who will be held responsible after failure? !"

"I'm in charge!" Moving his parched, peeling lips, Eric rolled his eyes, looking at the doctors with a slightly cold gaze, and glanced at Nancy as if casually. "At most, it's worth losing a life, just dying on the operating table, no matter what!"

After saying that, Eric pulled the corner of his mouth a little, and his tone was unquestionable, "As she said!"

Is that putting her life in her hands? !

A voice as low as playing a cello, Nancy's heart quivered, looked at him in surprise, thought: The voice of this man... Like the wind passing through the pine trees in the mountains, crisp and charming.

When she came to her senses, she found that the man's gaze had always been fixed on her face, as if he were about to see through her.

Nancy evaded in a fluster, and she tried to hold back her quivering voice, "Then I'll explain how to deal with it first..."

Although the doctors present gave her a suspicious look, they said no more. After all, the injured person had already said so, and they couldn't say much more.

Several attending physicians quickly confirmed that the chief surgeon and the assistant surgeon began the operation, and Nancy watched with a serious expression, giving instructions from time to time, not daring to relax for even a second.

Although she appeared calm on the surface, she was actually quite nervous inside.

She had no similar surgical experience either, and could only use her knowledge and experience in a rather risky way.

"What's your surname? !" Listening to the sound of the surgical instruments, Eric lay on the operating table, his tone as flat as asking, "Have you eaten? ! What to eat? !" The same.

Nancy and the other physicians were all on high alert, and none of them dared to be distracted to notice that he was speaking.

As if not willing to give up, and as if impatient, Eric's tone was a little colder. "I was asking you a question. What's your name!"

"I'm a surgeon transferred from Haitian Hospital. I have more than a year of surgical experience. Today is my first day to report for duty. Please give me your advice in the future." Subconsciously feeling that she was being asked something, Nancy blurted out the lines she had memorized over a hundred times.

It was a line she had set up before starting her job, hoping to have a good first communication with her new colleagues, sincere, concise and clear.

After saying that, Nancy was stunned, staring blankly at the man, blushing and annoyed.

Receiving her slightly coquettish and complaining look, Eric moved his lips slightly. "I don't have to answer what I haven't asked. This isn't the time for primary school students to recite."

"Are you kidding me? !" The words popped up in her mind. Nancy gritted her teeth and didn't say it. She quickly looked around carefully. Fortunately, everyone's attention was highly focused on the operation. It seemed that no one had noticed what had just happened.

"Why transfer? There's a dark history at Haitian Hospital? !" Despite her cute and flustered look, Eric spoke to her again with a blank expression.

"No, it's just that I managed to get the position of intern director but was rejected because I was too young, I wanted to find my boyfriend for some comfort but found out he was rolling with a woman, and in a fit of rage, I resigned a week ago and applied to be a military doctor..."

Nancy shook her head in a huff as she answered voluntarily. Only after hearing his meaningful "oh" did she realize something was wrong. She couldn't help but puff out her cheeks and bite her lips angrily, then glared at the man with a resentful look and said nothing.

Is this man the devil? ! Why does she answer everything he asks? ! Still in this situation! It's an operation now! Surgery!

What about her work ethics and conduct? ! What about sanity? !

Nancy is in a mess...

Eric frowned slightly when he saw her staring and slapping himself. "Woman, are you crazy? !"

Faced with his stern questioning, she took a deep breath and threw herself into the operation again, refusing to pay any attention to him.

"Don't make me repeat it a second time." Eric spoke to her a few more times, but Nancy only dodged in a nervous and flustered manner at eye contact with him, biting her lip as if to say, "That's a bedbug, it's an illusion. Don't respond, don't answer."

"Well, that's fine, don't speak, right? !" Eric struggled to lift his finger and gently touched Nancy as she walked around him with a focused look on her face.

"What are you doing? !" Sensing an unidentified object, Nancy took a sudden leap away.

"To chat with you." Eric stared at her, his tone neither too salty nor too bland.

"Are you okay with the surgery? !" What kind of patient is this? It's so unconscious.

"I know," she was speechless by the way Eric looked at her. "I know you're talking non-stop. What if it affects the surgeon? !"

"Are you worried about me? !"

"I..." Taking a deep breath, Nancy said seriously, "I just kindly reminded you out of a doctor's instinct, not out of concern, and I'd rather knock you out."

"You can't!" Looking at her sharply, Eric shook his head solemnly. "Based on your physical data, the force of your punches is probably not as strong as that of a massage."

With a face as red as the ear, Nancy's fair skin shone like fine congealed white jade under the surgical lamp with its pores clearly discerned, lustrous and smooth...