"Is it a double kidney surgery?" Dr. Charles was very dissatisfied with Brock Lesnar's performance.
"Yes, yes," Brock Lesnar answered hurriedly.
Dr. Charles did not leave. He returned to his seat, sat upright, and continued to watch the surgery. Although he was old, his waist was still straight.
Brock Lesnar had mixed feelings. He did not want anything to happen to the doctor, but he also wanted him to leave immediately.
Who knew if he really wanted to stay? Would he continue to be dissatisfied? Would his project team be cut off.
The old man despised interventional surgery. Damn it, how could the group of idiots doing heart intervention have such a big problem? Brock cursed in his heart.
This was a very complicated matter.
But there was no other way. Dr. Charles had already sat down. He could not just kick him out. If that was the case, it would really be courting death.
