Sheffield smiled, "Do the operation, of course. Do we have any other option?"

A young male doctor got agitated and said, “I'm not the only one who thinks we can't perform the operation for Bed Nine. Several of the experts in our department think it's not feasible. Dr. Sheffield, we should be responsible for what we say!"

Sheffield chuckled, "Of course I'm responsible. The only thing you're basing your opinion on is theoretical. Why not have a try? Maybe surgery is the solution.”

The young doctor was even more excited, “Have a try? Maybe? Are you really a doctor? How could you say such irresponsible words?"

Suddenly, a male doctor wearing glasses sitting opposite to Sheffield said, "Mr. Sidell, we've never taken such a case before, and no one can be sure of the outcome. But Dr. Sheffield is different. He's a researcher and has been promoted to the deputy director of our department as an exception, and he studied abroad. So why not Listen to him and Let him perform the surgery?”

This smelled of a trap. Sheffield turned to see who said this. It was

Pablo Walsh. ‘Good for you, Dr. Pablo, I'll remember this!'

Pablo's words made the whole office fall into silence, and everyone's gaze was on Sheffield.

Sheffield was young, inexperienced, and yet held an important position.

There were lots of people who felt uncomfortable about it and wanted to make trouble for him.

"Mr, Sidell, I'm with Dr. Pablo. Dr. Sheffield is an excellent surgeon.

His success rate is over 99%. Maybe he can do it," another man said with a smirk.

Everyone knew how complicated the case of Bed 9 was. If it were simple, they would not have been discussing it for so long with no solution.

Sidell paged through his notes and asked Sheffield, "What's your opinion, Dr. Sheffield?"

He knew they were trying to set him up, so Sheffield raised his eyebrows to Pablo.

"Since Dr. Pablo thinks so highly of me, let me perform the operation!"

The look in Sidell's eyes was complicated. He really didn't know which was greater, Sheffield's skills-or his arrogance.

“I hope you aren't just being stubborn.”

Sheffield smiled, "Of course, I'm not! The sooner the operation is performed, the better. I will come to the hospital tomorrow morning to do the surgery. Someone needs to let his family know.”

The meeting ended soon.

After a dozen doctors walked out of the office, Sheffield stood up from his chair, put his arm around Pablo and asked, "Hey, man, what did I ever do to piss you off?"

Pablo glanced at his hand and said, "Nothing."

Sheffield feigned a ponderous look.

“Then why do I think you're trying to bring me down?"

"You wound me, Sheffield. Why on earth would I do that? I really admire your medical skills," answered Pablo, in a voice dripping with sarcasm.