At 2:10 in the afternoon, Yan Feifan was still in the teaching operating room, intently observing Mr. Lo's surgery. Suddenly, he felt someone take his right hand.
He turned to see Yu Suye.
Noticing she was giving him a meaningful look, Yan Feifan let her lead him a short distance away from the operating table.
Yu Suye leaned close to Yan Feifan and reminded him in a low voice, "The surgery is about to end!"
"Twenty more minutes at most," Yan Feifan replied with a precise estimate.
Seeing that he hadn't grasped her meaning, Yu Suye had to spell it out, "You insisted on your opinion, and while you were proven right, you also caused Mr. Lo to lose face."
"The moment this surgery ends, Mr. Lo, Director Wang Chuan, and the others are definitely going to chew you out."
"With so many people watching, they have to at least put on a show for Mr. Lo's sake."
Yan Feifan thought for a moment and nodded. "You're right, that's highly likely."
