"Professor Yang, what do you think is the pathological diagnosis?" Dr. Wen was not ready to give up yet.
It took him a whole day of research to be confident about the diagnosis. How could a surgeon like him figure it out so quickly? It had been no more than ten or so minutes at most.
But from what Yang Ping had just said, it was clear that he already knew the diagnosis. To get to the bottom of it, Dr. Wen felt compelled to ask.
"It is consistent with the pathological manifestation of high-dose radiation injury," Yang Ping answered with certainty.
Dr. Wen's heart clenched, his insides turning icy cold. He dreaded the thought of running three laps around the hospital in his underwear tomorrow, ruining his gentlemanly image that he had always maintained in the pathology department.
Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang looked up simultaneously. They hadn't figured out exactly what it was yet, but from the look on Dr. Wen's face, they knew Yang Ping's diagnosis was right.