At noon, Lin Jie met with An Weize and An Kexin at the Xinyu Cafe in Henglong Plaza.
But An Kexin's eyes were red, and her eyelids swollen, clearly having cried.
An Weize saw Lin Jie silently inquiring with his gaze and explained, "This morning, I told Kexin about the tumor. She insisted on coming with me to talk to you."
An Kexin stared at Lin Jie, her voice a bit hoarse, and asked, "Lin Jie, can you guarantee my father's surgery will be successful?"
Lin Jie shook his head gently and said, "I can't promise that. I can only say there's some hope. Even if I claimed 100% certainty, you wouldn't believe it, would you?"
An Weize lightly patted An Kexin's shoulder and said, "Kexin, since we've made our decision, let's not hesitate anymore. I trust Lin Jie will do his utmost."
He turned his gaze to Lin Jie and slowly said, "I've decided to have you perform the surgery. Now let's discuss the specific arrangements."
