When Yu Suye relayed Mr. Yu's promise, Yan Feifan was silent for a moment, then said with some difficulty, "I wouldn't dare."
"You don't dare?"
Yu Suye was genuinely surprised.
As far as she knew, Yan Feifan was brilliant and daring—a total badass. There was nothing he was afraid to do.
"It's true, I don't dare."
After admitting his hesitation, Yan Feifan's tone became much more natural.
He slowly explained, "The few puncture routes I've found are too narrow. They're just wide enough for the Puncture Needle to pass through, leaving no margin for error."
"Factoring in the potential inaccuracies of the MRI scans, the liver can also shift slightly with changes in the patient's position and the progression of the illness."
"And since we can't open up the abdomen, it's a blind puncture..."
Yan Feifan exhaled softly. "The risk of puncturing a hepatic blood vessel is too high. I don't have much confidence in succeeding, so I won't risk it."
