C3817 Tell Me Do You Want to Die or Do You Want Your Hands?!

"Then... then what should I do? I can't possibly go back to the operating table, can I?"

Shi Dacheng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead as he looked at Jia Zhengshan with a nervous and uneasy gaze, waiting for Jia Zhengshan's reply.

"You're right. If you can't find a way to solve this problem within a short period of time, then you should go back to the operating table."

"In my opinion