"Elder Roscente, my suggestion is that you really shouldn't have the surgery." Frederick Cole said in a low voice.
Elder Roscente snorted. "You want me lying sick in bed, not allowed to be happy or angry—how is that any different from being a dead man?"
Despite his age, Elder Roscente's temper was still as fiery as ever.
"Elder Roscente, if you insist on having surgery, I suggest you change to another hospital." Frederick Cole said. "This hospital is not very good."
"What? The doctors here are no good?" Elder Roscente frowned and asked. "Felix Chapman is very famous when it comes to heart surgery."
"Besides, I've already asked people to contact leading specialists to join the consultation. They'll be going into the operating room together when the time comes." Elder Roscente clearly attached great importance to his surgery.
He chose this place after careful consideration.
