Chapter 2630: 2531.2436 No Need for Tragic Beauty, Need Good Luck (Alliance Leader Wind Sand Dancing Across the Sky Bonus Chapter 1)

2531.2436 No need for tragic beauty, need good luck (Alliance Leader Wind Sand Dancing Across the Sky Bonus Chapter 1)

The male instrument nurse didn't retort; he didn't even have time to be unhappy. At this point, as long as someone spoke, it was fine, no matter what they said.

Nobody present noticed that the background music should be turned off, especially after the same song came up randomly for the second time; everyone's minds were filled with obscure phrases like 'fate's vicissitudes'.

Zheng Ren took the large curved retractor, and according to his experience in the system operating room, he used the retractor for protection, stuffed a few gauze pads, and then carefully began to dissect the dorsal side of the parasitic fetus.

The blunt scissors in his hand were wielded with consummate skill, almost exclusively using the non‑sharp outer edge to continually separate the adhesions of the parasitic fetus.

Along with the blunt scissors entering, Su Yun's ultrasonic knife also came into play.

With a slight tilt of the angle, Zheng Ren was very cautious, performing no operation where both hands left the field of view. He also did not allow Su Yun to do similar actions; everything remained under control.

Doing it this way made the surgery a bit slower, but it won in stability.

Time ticked by second by second; although the surgery was slow, the overall progress steadily moved forward.

What was astonishing was that the song 'Red Bridal Dress' seemed to be set on single‑track repeat, actually playing four times in a row in random mode.

Apart from Zheng Ren and Su Yun, everyone else was on the verge of breaking down.

Papapa, the sound of the ultrasonic knife mixed with the singing of 'Red Bridal Dress,' like some kind of remix accompanying a sonata. Not only did it not cancel out the eeriness of 'Red Bridal Dress,' it added a gloomy feel.

"Pathology basin." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

Two seconds later, the instrument nurse didn't move; he had hopelessly zoned out, still calculating in his mind the probability of the same song playing four times in a row on random.

Zheng Ren frowned, glanced at the male instrument nurse, and sighed inwardly. If Yi Ren were here, this situation definitely wouldn't have occurred.

But for this kind of surgery, Zheng Ren wouldn't call Yi Ren to join him.

At this moment, after excising the parasitic fetus, Zheng Ren felt relaxed, not having been 'bitten,' and his overly meticulous protection hadn't hindered the surgery; it was already quite good.

At this moment he heard the outro of 'Red Bridal Dress'—'One night of spring romance is not, not my fault; one night of spring romance is not, not my fault.'

"What song is this? Why isn't it 'Good Luck Come'?" Zheng Ren's voice, like a great bell, shattered the mournful, eerie singing.

"Do you have any aesthetic sense?" Su Yun said unhappily: "Hey, kid, the pathology basin!"

"Oh, oh." The male instrument nurse and Lao He both said 'oh' twice, passed the pathology basin over, and Lao He, like a rabbit, ran to the computer, didn't even click to exit, and just pulled out Su Yun's USB drive.

At the last moment, he glanced at the songs on the USB drive—there were at least a hundred. It was unbelievable; for a hundred songs to randomly play the same one four times in a row, what a minuscule probability.

【Good Luck Come, wishing you good luck……】

Hearing the familiar tune, Lao He burst into tears.

Before, listening to 'Good Luck Come' also made him feel a bit nauseous. The song is too celebratory; hearing it too much gives him a headache.

But without contrast, there is no harm.

After the gloomy, eerie contrast of 'Red Bridal Dress,' 'Good Luck Come' truly matched the operating room's atmosphere. Not to mention anything else, just the three words 'Good Luck Come' are worth listening to for a lifetime, Lao He thought to himself.

"Sigh." After hearing the 'Good Luck Come' song, Su Yun sighed. He scanned the operating room, his contemptuous gaze sweeping over everyone, including his own boss.

This is contempt in taste.

Zheng Ren didn't notice Su Yun's gaze; he placed the parasitic fetus into the pathology basin. Using the retractor to support the intestines and viscera, seeing no active bleeding, he felt quite at ease.

"Irrigate."

"Brother Feng, raise your retractor's rear hand a bit higher."

"The splenic fossa is exposed; let me take a look."

"Put a cover on the suction device."

One after another, the orders mixed with the 'Good Luck Come' song, breaking through the previous gloom in the operating room, as if a ray of sunshine pierced the thick dark clouds and shone into the operating area.

"Don't move the pathology specimen, cover it with a large piece of gauze; just take it out later to show the patient's family." Zheng Ren said.

"All right." Under the BGM of 'Good Luck Come,' the male instrument nurse also became a bit more lively; the room temperature rose quickly as the song played and the main part of the surgery ended, and he responded cheerfully.

The pathology basin was placed to one side, covered with a clean white gauze pad.

"Brother Feng, be careful when you later take the parasitic fetus to show the patient's family." Zheng Ren said while irrigating, "Don't use your hands; definitely use the oval forceps."

"Mm‑hm." Feng Jianguo's courage had long been shattered; he nodded repeatedly.

This surgery—originally intended to carefully observe Boss Zheng's skill—ended up being thrown into disarray by a single 'Red Bridal Dress' song.

"Boss, why not change to another song? This one is too corny," Su Yun muttered.

"It's fine; when doing surgery, who has the mood to listen to music? Just seeking a good omen—nothing important." Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes, observing the operative field, repeatedly confirming no bleeding, then said, "Get ready to close the abdomen, count the instruments."

The circulating nurse and instrument nurse began counting the instruments, while Zheng Ren started suturing the peritoneum himself.

"You really have no aesthetic sense at all." Su Yun said, "That 'Red Bridal Dress' just now—how tragically beautiful, didn't you hear it?"

"What the patient needs is not tragic beauty, but good luck. Well, doctors too." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun shrugged, his three masks slightly askew. While helping Zheng Ren suture, he said to Feng Jianguo, "Brother Feng, aren't you ready yet to take the pathology specimen to show the patient's family?"

By rights, this is the time for the surgeon to show the pathology specimen to the patient's family, but for some reason Feng Jianguo just lingered without moving.

"I… I'll wait for Boss Zheng to go together," Feng Jianguo said with a worried frown.

"You're timid!" Su Yun laughed loudly, saying, "Brother Feng, you must not have done an internship in the OB‑GYN outpatient clinic, right?"

"That was ages ago." Feng Jianguo said, "Xiao Cao, come scrub in and lend a hand."

Feng Jianguo was preparing to have Quan Xiaocao and Su Yun suture, while he himself pulled Boss Zheng to go show the parasitic fetus to the patient's family.

Actually, if it weren't for the recent 'Red Bridal Dress' setting the mood, it wouldn't have come to this. But once this state of mind arose, that chilling, terrifying gloom seeped into his bones, and he still feels a bit afraid.

He called Quan Xiaocao twice, but there was no response.

Feng Jianguo turned his head, scanned the operating area, and didn't see Xiao Cao.

"Where's Xiao Cao?"

The circulating nurse was counting the instruments, muttering the numbers, and said unhappily, "When the second loop played just now, I was scared to tears; I'm probably still in the changing room wiping my eyes."