With his assistance, Qi Yue’s suturing practice was faster than the previous time.
“This is called mosquito forceps, used for hemostasis,” Qi Yue said, watching Coffin Boy curiously examine her tools, becoming more and more satisfied with him.
Coffin Boy made a sound of understanding, carefully examining the hemostatic forceps in his hands. Looking up to see this masked woman smiling at him, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.
This woman… how could she smile…
“Little Coffin, have you thought about what I mentioned last time?” Qi Yue asked with a smile.
What thing?
Coffin Boy was stunned.
“About being my assistant,” Qi Yue laughed. “This surgery must be fast and efficient, which requires highly effective surgical coordination. If you can assist me, then Doctor Liu can focus on monitoring the anesthesia to avoid anesthetic accidents.”
“Are you serious?” Coffin Boy asked, putting down the forceps.
“Of course I’m serious,” Qi Yue smiled.
Coffin Boy looked at her.
“Don’t you know what kind of person I am?” he also smiled, but this smile had some mockery.
At this point they had moved to the side, with Liu Pucheng directing Hu San and the others to clean the operating table and arrange the corpse – this was also to help Hu San and the others adapt quickly.
“Master, he’s Coffin Boy, he deals with dead people – how unlucky,” Hu San couldn’t help but call out.
Coffin Boy smiled faintly, showing no displeasure at these words.
“I know,” Qi Yue laughed. “How can that be called unlucky? Think about it – someone who deals with dead people all day, doesn’t that mean communicating between yin and yang? For patients on the line between life and death, having such a person present is very auspicious.”
Everyone in the room was stunned, including Coffin Boy.
Was… that so?
Coffin Boy looked at this woman.
“Hey, how much would you pay?” he suddenly asked.
Qi Yue laughed heartily.
“I think you’re very valuable,” she laughed.
Coffin Boy looked at her and smiled.
Just then the door banged open.
This sudden noise scared Hu San and the others into screaming and ducking with their heads covered.
Qi Yue, Coffin Boy, and Liu Pucheng looked toward the door.
In the doorway, under the pale lantern light, Chang Yuncheng looked over with a grim expression.