Because just explaining verbally was not very comprehensible to the craftsmen and carpenters, she simply used a charcoal pencil to draw the entire layout of the operating room.
After arranging the tables and other furnishings, the surgical knives and other surgical tools proved to be a bit troubling for Mu Lingyun.
Although iron casting was possible in this era, the technology was not sufficient, and the iron produced was of poor purity.
It far from met the requirements for surgical knives.
So, what should be done about the surgical knife?
After thinking for quite a while, Mu Lingyun had no ideas.
She sighed, "I don't know where those who travel here get their vast knowledge reserve from, the ability to create whatever they think of! I wish I had that kind of 'cheat'!"
At that time, a mechanical female voice echoed in her mind.
[Host, am I not your ultimate cheat? Why envy others?]
Mu Lingyun's mouth twitched slightly, somewhat speechless.
