"What can you do?" Yan Huan glanced at him, "You're a surgeon. Holding a scalpel is your expertise! I'm afraid you're not good at this, are you?"
"I'm indeed not very good at this. But I've already found someone who is!" Ji Chuan said with a smile, "I have a friend in the United States. His major might be able to help you!"
"His major is related to breathing?"
Ji Chuan squinted his eyes and looked at Yan Huan's hand and said, "That also depends on your condition!"
"What do you mean by depends on my condition?" Yan Huan asked very puzzled.
"It means that after looking at your illness, we can determine if his expertise can come in handy!"
"What?" Yan Huan burst into laughter at once, "You're not joking with me, are you?"
"No. I'm very serious." said Ji Chuan.
Long after, Yan Huan remembered, but she couldn't comprehend, nor was she able to understand the deeper meaning behind Ji Chuan's words.
