Soon, under the arrangement of Tyrus Wilson, Yana was scheduled for surgery.
Elena Shaw looked worried: "Where did you get the money?"
"Look for a friend and borrow it."
Tyrus Wilson responded casually. Then, a man in a white coat appeared at the door of the operating room. Instead of looking at Yana Shaw lying on the hospital bed, he looked at Tyrus Wilson and Elena Shaw first, looking up and down, wrinkled frown.
"Are you the family members of the patient?"
There was a hint of disdain in the high-spirited tone.
Tyrus Wilson glanced at it, and on the badge on his chest, was written the words of Chief of Surgery, Roger Koch.
"Mr. Koch, I'm the patient's father. My daughter's eye was bruised. Please perform surgery on her as soon as possible."
"I've seen the case. It's very close to the eyes. If you don't hurry up and do the surgery, I'm afraid there will be scars!"
Roger Koch's sinister voice sounded.