Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital, time entering the afternoon.
Gallieni's condition finally stabilized. Perhaps due to fatigue and medication, he fell into a drowsy sleep on the hospital bed.
Shire took this time to find Gallieni's attending physician, Artir, who was nearing sixty and was the best surgeon in the hospital.
"The situation is not good," Artir pointed at the X-ray photograph and said, "There are still some small shrapnels in the abdomen that haven't been removed, some of which are difficult to see with the naked eye, requiring surgery, but..."
Shire interjected, "His physical condition might not withstand the surgery?"
"Yes, General." Dr. Artir's eyes showed regret. "It was because of this reason that it has been delayed until now."
"So we can continue to delay?" Shire asked again.
"Indeed." Dr. Artir nodded helplessly. "Unless it's absolutely necessary, surgery is not recommended. Be careful of any large emotional fluctuations in daily life!"
