Yang Meiling immediately chimed in, sighing and lowering her voice.
"Sigh... we're all on pins and needles. Everyone standing outside the operating room, everyone keeping vigil in the patient wards—who isn't terrified? To be honest, Dean Song has only been in her position for a few months, and she's so young. A major surgery of this difficulty, especially one involving the central nervous system and a dense network of blood vessels, is just so hard to control. The slightest slip could mean..."
She glanced discreetly at Mrs. Yuan's expression. Seeing the color drain from the other woman's face, she knew her words had hit their mark.
She continued, speaking even more cautiously, her tone laced with a faint, almost imperceptible hesitation.
