Not only must it be done, but it must be done well.
Felix Chapman thought about this and walked firmly to Elder Roscente's room. However, as he entered the room, a smile blossomed on his face: "Elder, I heard you don't want to have the surgery tomorrow. Is there any concern?"
"Yes." Elder Roscente replied bluntly, "I'm worried the surgery might not succeed."
"Elder, you are overthinking. I've explained the surgical plan to you, and there's the authoritative expert we've invited..." Felix Chapman eloquently listed all the benefits to Elder Roscente once again.
He spoke until his throat was dry, yet maintained a smile on his face. After all, the hospital's reputation depended on this operation.
As long as the surgery is successful, Elder Roscente would be their living advertisement.
Not to mention, with Elder Roscente's connections post-recovery, their hospital would become very famous.
With fame, patients would flock in.
