"Feifan, find me the real reason for this finger's necrosis!"
Yan Feifan heard this, then glanced at the dark gray left index finger, severed at the base and sealed in a bag, that Chen Yu had handed him.
He couldn't help but remind her, "Mrs. Yu, I'm not a forensic examiner."
"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for me to be the one to find the cause?"
Chen Yu said in a low voice, "You have a high level of surgical skill and a detailed understanding of human anatomy. You can find the cause quickly."
"If you record it objectively and fairly, and document the evidence properly, no one will question it if this really goes to an incident review or a lawsuit."
Her gaze sharpened, and she added impatiently, "I'll take responsibility for any problems that arise."
"Stop dawdling and get to it."
Yan Feifan obediently agreed, took the sealed bag with the severed finger, and left the director's office.
He went to a laboratory on the third floor.
