Chapter 92. Commanding the Power of the Dragon
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"Shift slightly toward the left sacrum."
"S3 nerve should pass through the second foramen in the dragon bone!"
"S2 needs to curve around the third foramen quickly, incise the periosteum of the second coccygeal segment. Align the dragon bone now!"
"A little more to the left..."
Nolan calmly adjusted Connors' movements as he guided the surgery with perfect clarity. Connors had been tense at first, but Nolan's precise instructions helped him settle into rhythm. Before long, he was focused, confident, and fully immersed in the transplant.
Norman stood to the side, watching everything intently. He realized this was why Connors surpassed him in academic achievements because when Connors worked, he disappeared into the science.
Norman couldn't do that. His mind was always split obsessing over outcomes, over consequences. He envied the ability to become pure logic under pressure.
Still, he didn't let it show. He acted as a perfect assistant supplying tools, reading vitals, and staying out of the way.
"Administer the anti-stimulant," Connors said quickly.
"Boss, brace yourself. I need to sever part of your spinal cord."