Yan Feifan and Yu Suye walked into the operating room to find Mrs. Yu and her surgical team already in position.
As the two drew near the operating table, a heavy stench of alcohol hit them.
Even though Yan Feifan was wearing a surgical mask, it couldn't hide the smell. The stench of alcohol seemed to bore right into his nostrils.
'When a man's manhood is cut or snipped off, it's done by someone close to him over ninety percent of the time. Judging by the overwhelming stench of alcohol, this guy was either deliberately gotten drunk, or he went on a drunken rampage, committed domestic violence, or something similar, pushing someone close to him past their breaking point.'
Yan Feifan guessed as much from the potent smell.
But the overwhelming smell of alcohol made Yan Feifan's expression turn exceptionally grim.
"Mrs. Yu, I can't do this surgery."
At his words, Chen Yu's gaze sharpened, darting toward Yan Feifan like an arrow.
"Yan Feifan, are you messing with me?"
