'It's just a brain tumor, not an emergency!'
This made Yan Feifan shoot a subtle glance at Zheng Libin.
He was rather displeased with the man for rashly bringing people to his home after hours to seek treatment for a non-urgent condition.
'Perhaps our previous collaborations gave him the wrong idea, making him think I'm a friend he can have at his beck and call?'
Yan Feifan suppressed his displeasure and said in a flat tone, "Let's talk inside."
After showing the three of them into the living room, Yan Feifan held out his hand. "Let me see the tumor's imaging scans first."
At his words, one of the strangers, who appeared slightly older, took a tablet out of a briefcase and handed it over.
Yan Feifan took the tablet and began looking through the cranial MRI scans on the screen.
After viewing a few of the scans, his dissatisfaction grew.
It showed two small tumors, each about the size of a quail's egg, with well-defined borders, located near the craniopharyngeal duct.
