"I said it, I suggested he be admitted to surgery." Xie Wanying candidly took responsibility for this. Regardless of what others thought, she wasn't going to let her teachers and classmates bear the blame for her.
Her figure stood firm like a thousand-year-old rock, and everyone's gaze, including the family's, seemed transfixed on her.
Doctor Jiang inadvertently shook that hand he reached out to grab her with, feeling both warm and a bit bitter at heart. In such situations, anyone would be afraid, yet she, a young woman, only thought about not implicating others. It's no wonder many teachers favored this student.
Meanwhile, Pan Shihua standing at the door shivered, suddenly enlightened, awake with a jolt.
The person speaking to the patient's family was him; how could he let Student Xie take responsibility?
