Doctor Lee looked at Jing Lingyu's bloodied wounds and the lump placed beside them, truly not knowing how to respond to the other party's words.
After all, this was the dignified Prince Ling.
Who can tell him what is going on?
How did Prince Ling's thing... just fall off?
Dare he say there's no hope? Certainly not. Say there's hope, he wouldn't dare either.
Saying it can be saved is not right, saying it can't be saved is not right, isn't this putting him in a difficult situation?
He somewhat regretted not visiting other places today, having been summoned to Prince Ling Mansion. Now, he really was the doctor of Prince Ling Mansion, unable to sever ties anymore.
Unless he dies, or the Prince dies.
"Prince, we can only try to reattach it." Doctor Lee whispered, "Now, time can't be wasted, we must reattach it while it's fresh."
To say reattachment, he's not fooling Jing Lingyu.
He's helped many patients reattach severed fingers, which is a skill passed down in his family.
