(Thanks to jung20191215, book friend 20210301106534191268, and gently talking to me for monthly ticket encouragement)
Today is Liu Banxia's surgery day, which is quite busy for him.
Especially with a right hemihepatectomy scheduled, even for him, it takes a considerable amount of time.
The morning is hectic with one case of colon cancer and one case of rectal cancer, and by the time both surgeries are done, the lunch hour has passed.
"Make time for lunch and rest. For the right hemihepatectomy in the afternoon, I'll handle the crucial parts, and the rest you guys will do," Liu Banxia said.
"So, basically, when this surgery ends and I can go home to see the two little babies is up to you guys."
Liu Yiqing, who was to assist with the right hemihepatectomy, immediately looked grim, feeling tormented.
If it were a small punishment, like adding a dish or something, it wouldn't be an issue. But to suffer condemnation from one's conscience, is this something a person should endure?
