In Cheng Liquan's office, Su Nanchen and Cheng Liquan stood in front of the light box to review the medical images.
"Young Master Su, what do we do? I didn't look carefully at the time, and now we're in this mess," Boss Cheng's face was flushed with embarrassment.
Su Nanchen responded calmly: "Don't worry, we've merely approached the pit, we haven't fallen in. You can't blame yourself for not being careful. Few people have experience with such extraordinary cases. It's extraordinarily rare."
Cheng slapped himself lightly, "It's all my fault for being too hasty. If I had listened to you and temporarily refused such patients, none of this would have happened."
"There's no point in second-guessing now! When he comes tomorrow, we can discuss it together. We haven't performed the surgery yet, we needn't be afraid. If it's really unfeasible, we simply won't do it," Su Nanchen tried to reassure him. It was pointless to blame people retrospectively.