"Didn't I tell you not to call me as you like?" interjected Luke coldly when he heard what the doctor was about to say. His eyebrows were pressed together.
The doctor paused for a while before he continued respectfully, "I'm sorry, Mr.
Jones. I got too excited about the plan and want to tell you immediately. Please don't be mad. I'll..." The doctor was about to hang up the phone.
Luke looked very serious. "When can you do the operation?"
The doctor went silent for a moment. "The fastest we can do is half a month later."
Luke narrowed his eyes. "What about the slowest?"
"The slowest...is also within a month." The doctor sighed. "You know Ms. Larson's condition. Her body can't keep up anymore.
"I know." With just a short reply, Luke hung up the phone immediately.
Sean leaned on the couch and gazed at Luke. He asked carefully, "Ms. Larson? Is he referring to Gwen? Is she alright? Why does she need a transplant?"
Luke looked at Sean, irked, as though signaling he was being too nosy.
Sean immediately lowered his head and mumbled, his tone similarly regretful like the doctor's, "I'm sorry."
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