Lo Jun and Yan Feifan stared each other down, neither willing to yield. With every passing second, the atmosphere in the operating room grew heavier.
Like the calm before a storm, everyone in the operating room felt the oppressive tension.
Yu Suye glanced at the electronic clock, which was still counting down.
There were still nearly twenty minutes left on the timer. Mustering her courage, she cautiously reminded them, "Mr. Lo, Feifan, the time?"
Mr. Lo shot her a look, and she immediately fell silent.
Mr. Lo turned his gaze back to Yan Feifan and asked in a cold voice, "Yan Feifan, if I refuse to adopt your proposal, what will you do?"
Yan Feifan seemed to struggle for a moment before replying with a helpless tone, "Director, you're the chief surgeon. I'm like a chief of staff to a military commander—I only have the right to advise, not to decide."
Mr. Lo snorted. "It's a wonder you're still aware of that."
