An Yan lifted her hand.
"Alright, let's head to the procedure room and start the surgery!"
Ye Xingyu looked at her squarely, surprised.
This girl is so pretty, her appearance fee must be in the five digits, right? he thought. Thinking about how Director Zhang might have to spend all his life savings for my sake, I feel a bit guilty.
So, as soon as he entered the procedure room, he smiled at An Yan and said, "I know my hand is beyond saving. Dr. An, just wrap it in some gauze and go through the motions. Don't charge Director Zhang too much for the expenses; the old man isn't rich either... ARGH—"
An Yan's scalpel had moved, and Ye Xingyu screamed in pain, no longer able to speak of merely going through the motions.
"Aren't you going to use anesthesia?" Song Yiliang asked, looking at An Yan in shock. How could she just cut open someone's skin without using any anesthesia?
