In a famous plastic surgery hospital in the United States, Long Yutian dressed in sterile clothing, was prepared for the upcoming surgery...
Xia Yanxin tightly held his hand, "Are you scared?"
Long Yutian gave a devilish smile, "The word 'fear' doesn't exist in my life dictionary! But, from the looks of you, it's you who's nervous. I'm the one having surgery, what are you nervous about?"
"Hehehe... Am I nervous?" Xia Yanxin rubbed her stiff face; she was indeed very nervous. The doctor said that there were many nerve endings nearby, and it was close to the brainstem. A slight mistake could turn him into a vegetable. Although she had been actively encouraging him to have the surgery, now on the surgical table, she started to regret it. If something happened to him, she would surely blame herself to death.
