"Surgery?" The researcher slightly curled his lips, as if smiling, yet his entire demeanor was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, "Only primitive technology has something like surgery. Mr. Lu, since you have found us, you must believe that everything we have is the best, and we will definitely cure Ms. Su Xingyu's face. After all, you..."
He wanted to say more, but Lu Shifeng interrupted him: "Alright, I have no more questions."
Su Xingyu found it strange. His interruption was too abrupt; what exactly was the researcher about to say after 'after all'?
She turned her head to look at them.
Lu Shifeng also turned his head to look at her, his voice gentle: "Xingyu, go into that nutrient cabin, don't worry, you'll be fine."
As he spoke, he gave her a reassuring look.
Su Xingyu's heart calmed down a bit. In this unfamiliar environment, he was the only one she could trust.
And surely he wouldn't harm her.
