With such a high mortality rate, there was no way he would make it off the operating table in his current condition!
"Therefore, we need your signed consent for the surgery. You'd better decide quickly. The longer you wait, the higher the mortality rate," the middle-aged expert said unapologetically.
The hospital couldn't care less about their feelings. As long as it didn't affect profits, it didn't matter to them whether the patient lived or died.
The members of the Tang Family looked at each other, but no one spoke. Signing for surgery was standard procedure, but they didn't dare. What if the old man died? Not only would the Tang Family descend into chaos, but whoever signed would also bear the blame. This was a signature that would lead to eternal infamy.
"Is conservative treatment an option?" Tang Xuewu's body trembled, her beautiful eyes filling with tears. "Is there still a chance with that?"
