"I said it, I suggested he be admitted to surgery." Xie Wanying candidly took responsibility for this. Regardless of what others thought, she wasn’t going to let her teachers and classmates bear the blame for her. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽 Her figure stood firm like a thousand-year-old rock, and everyone’s gaze, including the family’s, seemed transfixed on her. Doctor Jiang inadvertently shook that hand he reached out to grab her with, feeling both warm and a bit bitter at heart. In such situations, anyone would be afraid, yet she, a young woman, only thought about not implicating others. It’s no wonder many teachers favored this student. Meanwhile, Pan Shihua standing at the door shivered, suddenly enlightened, awake with a jolt. The person speaking to the patient’s family was him; how could he let Student Xie take responsibility? "Auntie." Called Pan Shihua, steadily walking over and standing in front of Chen Chengran’s mother, his voice calm and firm, "Everything Chengran said was from me, so you don’t need to look for anyone else responsible, look for me. I will drain Chengran’s pus." Yet another medical student says he can be responsible, Li Guoxin adjusts his glasses and looks down at Doctor Jiang: What’s going on tonight? One by one, the students suddenly become like Cao Yong, not the usual timorous turtles following behind teachers. Doctor Jiang thought: Could it be that Student Xie’s tendency is contagious? Student Pan neither wants nor will let her bear responsibility. Xie Wanying instantly grasped Student Pan’s intention when she saw him stepping forward. Regardless of anything, speaking truthfully, it doesn’t matter who is responsible, what really needs doing now—turning, she articulated to Doctor Jiang: "Teacher, the patient needs the pus drained; the only way to save his life is to quickly clear out the foul matter inside. This is originally the work of the surgeons." A student uttered these words one by one in front of all the teachers, weighty and somewhat piercing. The entire room secretly sighed. Huang Zhilei inwardly reflected: Junior speaks just like Senior Cao. Inside, Doctor Jiang sighed; the patient’s condition now was not the same as earlier this morning, it had worsened. The solutions discussed this morning might no longer be viable, so it’s not that they don’t want to save him, but they can’t. After a brief consideration, Doctor Jiang softly said to her: "It’s not that we won’t do it, we need to wait for the right timing. This needs to be explained clearly to the family." It’s not alright to perform surgery recklessly. This patient, now on the operating table with such poor heart function, doesn’t meet the conditions for immediate surgery. Cao Yong, unable to see the patient’s specific condition over the phone earlier, would absolutely share the same opinion upon seeing it firsthand—no doctor wants to send a patient to their death. On this matter, Xie Wanying must admit the teacher is correct, continuing to insist on this morning’s opinion: "Not a surgery, Doctor Jiang, just a slight adjustment of the drainage tube." Can she really do it? With the patient’s condition , can it still be done? High fever doesn’t rule out that the abdominal abscess has ruptured. Doctor Jiang thought. Lately, Li Guoxin inquired with Doctor Jiang: "Who is she?" This female student, every word she speaks seems boastful, the drainage tube wasn’t placed by herself during surgery, unclear of the exact position, how can she adjust the drainage tube correctly. The patient cannot leave the ward and no instrument checks can be performed. Without those checks, those not the previous surgical doctors cannot judge the situation inside the drainage tube. Who exactly is this person? The superior hadn’t seen Xie Wanying, Doctor Jiang opened his mouth to introduce to Li Guoxin: "This person is the Xie—people have been talking about."