An Kexin returned to Xiangtai Apartment, and it was already close to eleven at night.
She heated a cup of milk and brought it to the study, and sure enough, Lin Jie was staring blankly at several brain images on the large screen on the wall.
"A Jie, did you take a new patient?"
Lin Jie withdrew his gaze from the large display on the wall, turned around to take the milk from An Kexin's hand, and took a sip.
He rubbed his eyes and explained, "It's just a brain tumor image of a patient from the United Arab Emirates. It's unlikely I'll be handling it."
"Is it very difficult?"
Lin Jie nodded. He was about to raise his hand to point at the image and give a detailed explanation when he suddenly realized An Kexin wouldn't understand, so he simply said, "The tumor is too deep and extremely irregular in shape, making the chances of a successful surgery very small."
"I've been thinking about it for over two days and still can't come up with a suitable surgical plan."
