"Ah!"
The crowd couldn't help but exclaim! Several frightened gazes focused on An Yan's neck.
Her swan-like, jade-smooth neck, juxtaposed with the bloodstained blade, created a stark visual contrast.
Everyone unconsciously held their breath, afraid that the slightest stimulus would affect Tan Yanzhe's volatile emotions.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Everyone knew that stalling wouldn't solve any problem.
But no one was certain they could save An Yan under these circumstances.
Yet, how could they agree to change the patient's surgery to a heart operation just like that?
What are we supposed to do?
Without any supporting data or plans, randomly changing the surgical procedure could lead to legal repercussions.
In the tense atmosphere, Ya Zhuo slowly raised his hands and, softening his tone, said,
"Fine, I'll do it. But..."
Tan Yanzhe sneered, "No buts. Finish it, and I'll naturally let her go."
