Tao Zhijie had known they would come and had someone open the conference room door, allowing everyone to go to the conference room.
"Please have a seat, Old Zhao," He Guangyou offered a chair to the elder.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, Zhao Huaming asked, "The call you made to me at noon, was it the result of your discussions?"
"Yes. Under Teacher Tao's guidance, we had a group meeting at noon and made that decision," He Guangyou answered.
"You want to perform surgery on his abdomen?" Old Zhao asked sternly.
"Yes," He Guangyou replied seriously.
"Why not do a cholangiography first? Determine the size of the stones before deciding whether to operate?" As a well-known surgeon, Zhao Huaming was very aware of the risks of surgery and was even more cautious when it concerned his own grandson.
"Professor Zhao," Tao Zhijie, seated opposite Old Zhao, began, speaking in a gentle tone.
