He looked at Gong Shirao in astonishment. "She's not dead yet, she can still be saved, prepare for surgery immediately!"
"She's beyond saving. Even if you insist on surgery, it will only add a touch of regret to your career," Mu Yanxi said.
Zhan Nanjue shouted loudly, "If you won't do the surgery, I will! I said prepare for surgery immediately! Now!!"
Mu Yanxi's pupils constricted: "You're still a patient yourself, what's the point of causing this commotion!? She's already beyond saving, don't let her die at your hands."
Hearing this, Zhan Nanjue suddenly grabbed Mu Yanxi by his collar, "If it were Cheng Zijin lying here, what would you do!? Would you be saying these sarcastic words like now, or would you do whatever it takes to bring her back?!"
In truth, he had hardly any strength at that moment, but Mu Yanxi still allowed him to grab his collar.
Mu Yanxi's eyes revealed a complex expression as he looked at Zhan Nanjue, as if he saw his own stubborn past.
