"What?"
"Why are you shouting so loudly? I said the young man's liver is incomplete. That's the current diagnosis. We'll treat it in the future when medical technology advances. It's a good thing he's alive, right?" Doctor Su remarked coolly.
He was wholly focused on the patient and couldn't care about Lu Bai. There's nothing to be done; he's the only expert and can't manage everything at once.
"Try having an incomplete liver yourself first," Chu Lin said. "He's missing a liver, you know."
"I really don't want to talk to the medically ignorant," Doctor Su replied. "You should pray the patient doesn't experience postoperative rejection. Otherwise, whether he has more or less liver doesn't matter; he'll die just the same."
"You really know how to give words of comfort."
"You're too kind," Doctor Su said. "I'm very tired. Going to take a nap. Call me if anything comes up."
"How do we know what constitutes 'anything'?" Chu Lin roared.
