"I also know that if we miss the optimal window for surgery, the edema will worsen, and the consequences will be even more fatal."
"This data, these risks, the trade-offs behind these decisions—who among you understands them? Who dares to claim they understand this better than I do?!"
"Third, and most importantly!"
She spun around, her gaze sweeping over every single person blocking the doorway.
The nurses and doctors who had intended to keep blocking her path involuntarily lowered their heads.
"Every minute, every second you waste standing here is pushing Dean Yuan closer to death!"
"He's waiting for us in the ICU! His blood pressure is already fluctuating, his pupils are becoming asymmetrical, and his ICP—his intracranial pressure—is continuously rising!"
"And yet you're here, arguing about who should be the lead surgeon? Talking about so-called 'prudence' and 'playing it safe'?!"
"This is treating a human life like a joke! This is murder in the name of procedure!"
