"No matter what, the surgery must happen."
"Owen, I don't understand why you're doing this. Isn't he your brother-in-law? Why are you sending him to Xingtai? His condition shouldn't require surgery; it will only hasten his death. It's really too late."
"You just need to do as I say."
"No, I can't. As a doctor, this goes against my professional ethics."
"Jorge, you have no choice."
"Owen, can you tell me why? Your wife surely wouldn't agree."
"Just consider it as me clearing obstacles."
"I think you should see a therapist; you're out of your mind."
...
Mu Yan covered her face, seriously looking at the recorder. Did she hear it wrong?
She turned the recorder back on and listened again.
That distinct yet clumsy mix of Chinese and English plainly sounded like Jorge's voice, and she could identify Jiang Jingheng's voice even if it turned to ash.
So, did someone tamper with Mu Chen's surgery, causing his death on the operating table?
