She noticed the tag on his white coat which read 'Resident Physician: Zhang Jingting'.
"Doctor Zhang, how is my dad?" Fang Xinxin asked a bit impatiently.
"His bedsores are serious, but they can still be treated. However, the rotten flesh on his legs needs to be removed through surgery immediately. If we don't do so, his life will be in danger!" Zhang Jingting, who was around forty years old, replied seriously.
Fang Xinxin panicked and responded. "Will his life be saved if we go ahead with the surgery?"
She had just realised that, in her past life, her father died ten days from this date.
"If we conduct the surgery immediately, he should be fine." Zhang Jingting assured her.
Fang Xinxin spoke without hesitating. "In that case, please arrange for it immediately."
"Long Yifan's body is too… dirty. We need someone to clean him up for the surgery. Otherwise, there may be a risk of infection."
