"Doctor Jiang."
Professor Watson whispered a reminder, and Jiang Lin finally snapped back to reality.
She glanced at Watson, then looked to Wang Ruozhou, standing still, hesitating, but above all, she was scared.
"Linlin, your surgical plan is very good, there won't be any problems."
Wang Ruozhou spoke up to comfort her.
But with just those words, Jiang Lin's body trembled violently.
"I can't do it!" this time she spoke with finality, "I can't, I haven't resolved my psychological issues, I can't operate on him."
She looked at Professor Watson with pleading eyes, "Professor, can you, help me."
Professor Watson's gaze sharpened, but he quickly understood.
"Okay." He nodded emphatically, quickly taking over as the chief surgeon, not forgetting to instruct Wang Ruozhou, "Give me your cooperation."
Luckily, during the previous period, he had deeply analyzed Fu Sitian's condition and studied Jiang Lin's surgical plan. Now it seemed, there was a preordained arrangement.