"Never!" Slevin shouted and shook his head violently in disbelief.
You clearly know that domestic medical technology is inferior to that of foreign countries, yet you dare to say that the ability of surgeons to perform surgeries alone is no worse than that of foreign countries. Isn't this nonsense?
Brother Yao didn't know how to explain it in detail. Because it involved professional medical issues, he didn't understand them. But what was certain was that these words that were spread among the Chinese people were 99% true and well-documented.
For some patients, overseas doctors say that surgery cannot be performed, and in the end the patients have no choice but to return home and have the surgery performed by domestic doctors.
Slavin waved his hand, telling the other party not to say anything more.
The translator expressed the music master's meaning again: "Mr. Slevin believes that the rumors are not credible. He cannot let his student's life and career be ruined by a doctor with poor technical skills." At this point, the translator helped the master to scold the agent: "The patient's brain is sick and she can't figure it out. You are her agent, equivalent to her nanny. Your brain is healthy. How could you come up with such an idea? Do you want to kill her?"
Brother Yao desperately protested his innocence, saying: "I accompanied Jiayin to contact many doctors, both overseas and domestic. In the end, only Dr. Xie from China gave the most perfect surgical plan, which convinced Jiayin to prepare for the surgery."
"Who is Dr. Xie? I've never heard of this doctor."
The question raised by the master translator: "Mr. Slevin said he had never heard of such a doctor. Who is Dr. Xie? Which hospital is he from? Is he a neurosurgeon? He may need to ask his doctor friends who this Dr. Xie is."
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"She is currently Dr. Cao's student, but she is very capable," said Brother Yao.
"You said she is a student? Is she just a student?" This time the master didn't need to speak. The translator was shocked by Brother Yao's words while translating their conversation.
Master Slavin even shouted as he walked: "Oh my gosh!" and turned around to glare at Brother Yao.
It is understandable that the music master was extremely indignant at this moment: you told me that my beloved student had to go for a medical operation, and it was related to my beloved student's life. Any good teacher would have to be resentful of the other party.
Brother Yao explained until he was about to cry: "Calm down first, calm down! I really didn't say a single lie. This is an operation that only Dr. Xie can do. No other doctor can do it."
After hearing the translation, the music master was obviously filled with anger that could not be completely calmed down. Slavin put his hands on his waist, his wrinkled face was as dark as the sea level before a storm, as if he was brewing something.
Lin Jiayin spoke up: "Mr. Slevin."
Turning back from the window, Slavin waited for her to speak.
"Teacher, please believe in Dr. Xie just like you believed in me when I first stepped onto the stage. Because she is the doctor I chose," said Lin Jiayin.
Slavin's piercing eyes examined her pale face again and again, and finally said: "I trust you. So I need to see Dr. Xie. I need to see the medical surgical team."
The music master stated that he could trust his student, but he had to meet the student's surgical team, the Dr. Xie they mentioned.
Brother Yao could only follow the boss's instructions and hurriedly called to inform Lin Jiayin's surgeons, including Fang Ze and the doctors from the National Association.
In the evening, the sun set, but the reporters did not leave.
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