Gao Shaojie looked inside. The room was filled with people.
As long as the people in the Interventional Surgery Department did not go on stage, as long as they were good enough, they would all be in the operating room.
It was not just the interventional surgery department. The vascular surgery department Chief stood in the operating room with his hands behind his back and a gloomy face.
The appearance of the vascular surgery department meant that once they could not take out the guide wire that was swimming in the blood vessels, they would brace themselves and go on stage to cut open the patient and retrieve the guide wire.
If they really had to go this far... The patient's life would definitely be uncertain.
Regardless of the vascular surgery's success or failure, the neurosurgeon's whole career would be considered ruined.
'F*ck!' The elegant Gao Shaojie cursed in his heart.
