Ren blinked slowly at the gathered team, confusion reflecting in his eyes.
Only Fang understood what that meant. "Ren," he asked in a quiet voice. "Do you have a way to save her?"
Ren nodded. "Surgery," he said. "We have to clean up and seal the rupture in her brain, if there's a rupture, and we have to remove the contusion if there is one – that's all."
Everyone stared at Ren.
"Do you even know what a complicated surgery this is going to be?!" one of the professors shouted. "There is no one capable of doing it!"
Ren's golden eyes flashed with anger. "So you want us to let her die without even making an effort?" he asked in a very cold voice.
Everyone in the room (and most were easily twice the age of Ren) shivered involuntarily.
"It's not a matter of whether we want to or not," another professor murmured. "Chairman Ren, it's just that we don't have the expertise for a complicated surgery like this…"