Senior Wei Guoyuan thought highly of her. He felt she was like a female version of Lu Zhishen in clinical practice, acting without thinking.
Logically, he should continue to stop them. But her words had angered him.
"Fine," said Xiao Yang, instructing the nurse to prepare surgical items for them. Anyway, it was no longer his concern; he had done his best to stop them. If the patient really died in their hands, they shouldn't blame him for not warning them beforehand.
Despite saying so, when it came to really performing the neurosurgical puncture, Xin Yanjun felt completely uncertain, holding her phone to call the hospital. This time she called her old surgical classmate rival.
From the moment of her first call back to the hospital, the Guoxie Emergency Department had already exploded in chaos.
