A stream of professional terms poured from her lips.
Doctor Pan and others looked at Tan Kelin, "Worthy of being your student, can she recite by heart so smoothly at the crucial moment? Even colder than you?"
"Hurry, stop the bleeding first," Gao Zhaocheng called out, stretching his hand quickly to the nurse for a scalpel to extend the surgical incision.
Doctor Pan hesitated, "Are you sure her word is reliable?"
"If you say it's not the stomach, what could it be, you tell me?"
Doctor Pan was at a loss for words. If he could specify, there wouldn't be a need to call for backup.
"Go and call someone from Hepatobiliary Surgery," Tan Kelin instructed him.
"What if they come and it's not that, what then?" Doctor Pan whispered. Other departments aren't the same, and asking them to stop what they're doing to come look, if it turns out to be a wasted trip, it would be hard to explain.
