Yan Feifan rushed to the Affiliated Hospital's plastic surgery center to find Luo Wei, her parents, and Mrs. Xv already there.
He peeled back the medical tape on Luo Wei's left cheek, revealing a gash nearly six centimeters long.
Fresh blood was still slowly seeping from it.
Just then, Mr. Luo said, his face full of regret, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have doubted your skills, Mr. Yan."
"Please, just do what you think is best. We'll accept whatever the outcome may be..."
Yan Feifan ignored him. If it weren't for his professional courtesy toward Mrs. Xv, he wouldn't have taken this surgery.
He turned to the on-duty nurse standing nearby and asked, "Have all the surgical consent forms been signed?"
The on-duty nurse nodded. "All the forms have been signed."
These forms were the culmination of the plastic surgery center's many years of lessons learned from experience.
While they couldn't prevent all medical disputes, they were quite effective in court.
