Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Five: Ye Xiaofei's Medical Skills
"What?"
Upon hearing the doctor's words, Ye Xiaofei's complexion changed. Although they had been delayed for over an hour on the way to the rescue, it did not affect the treatment. He grabbed the doctor's collar and said coldly, "You're saying there's zero chance of saving him?"
Disgust showed in the doctor's brows as he grabbed Ye Xiaofei's wrist and yanked it away, saying coldly, "We've done all we could, stop throwing a tantrum here!"
"Sir, don't worry!"
The nurse hurried over as well, curious to peek inside to see Sun Xiaole's condition. She said consolingly, "As long as he's alive, it's okay. Losing an arm isn't the end of the world."
"Hmph!"
Ye Xiaofei exhaled turbid air, suppressing his unwillingness and dissatisfaction. Losing an arm wasn't acceptable either. His eyes, which were slightly narrowed, suddenly opened wide as he said, "I must ensure Sun Xiaole comes out of this whole."
