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On the operating table, Deborah was injected with an anesthetic. She was completely unconscious and her face was deathly pale. The chief surgeon, Ernest, was about to continue the operation with the scalpel when he saw Zayne suddenly barge in. His calm face immediately became flustered. Zayne saw the part of Deborah's liver being removed and his face instantly darkened. But at this time, in the middle of the operation, no matter how angry Zayne was, he could not vent it now. What Zayne urgently needed to do now was to ensure that the operation would be completed successfully and that Deborah could survive on the basis of the already-created situation. Zayne walked over and tried his best to restrain his voice. "Give me the scalpel. Dr. Bauer, get out." Ernest did not dare to say a wo