"No, that's not it!" He Guangyou was so anxious he almost broke his voice, and when he glanced at Song Xueling's unruffled expression, his patience as a senior was wearing thin. He glared at the face of his junior and demanded, "Who told you it's like that?"
"Everybody thinks it isn't; that's good," Song Xueling opened his mouth slowly, speaking deliberately as if setting the pace for everyone to carefully consider.
The group of seniors fell silent upon hearing his words.
In the silence, everyone realized where the problem lay: the jaundice had not subsided, and conservative treatment was limited to injections without any other methods available. Perhaps surgery was the only option left to explore. The two newcomers were right; the result was evident.
"Perhaps like this, we can try performing an ERCP for him?" Qiu Ruiyun stroked her chin, suggesting a new approach that could avoid surgical intervention after pondering deeply.