While people were still marveling at Liu Banxia's speed, Liang Xiaolin didn't hesitate. She directly clamped the vessels in the mesoappendix with a hemostat, then began ligating them.
As for Liu Banxia? He had already picked up a needle and thread and was beginning the purse-string suture.
Chen Zhenxing nodded in satisfaction. The collaboration between Liu Banxia and Liang Xiaolin was seamless, not wasting a single second.
This wasn't just due to Zhou Shuwen's time limit; it was also a manifestation of their rhythm and rapport. If it weren't for this rapport, no matter how fast Liu Banxia worked, Liang Xiaolin would have slowed him down.
Cutting the appendix, cauterizing with an electrosurgical knife, cleaning and disinfecting, burying the stump, and tying the suture—this series of actions flowed as smoothly as running water.
Even though they hadn't closed the abdomen yet, applause erupted from the observation room.
