"Lin Jie, if you could choose your life like I can!"
Zhuang Shilei looked into Lin Jie's eyes and asked expectantly, "One life is being a world-renowned doctor who is strong despite physical limitations, and the other is living a healthy, ordinary life, working from dawn to dusk. Which life would you choose?"
"Life doesn't have 'ifs' and 'hypotheticals.' Once you've chosen and decided, just move forward courageously! Besides, if physical defects are gone, does that mean talent will disappear too?"
Lin Jie didn't bother with any platitudes to console the young girl who was hesitating a bit in her heart. As he spoke, he gently waved his hand.
Yang Jinglong, standing by, understood and placed the inhalation anesthetic mask over Zhuang Shilei's nose and mouth.
After a few seconds, Zhuang Shilei entered anesthetic sleep.
At this point, Yang Jinglong also switched the anesthesia method to intravenous infusion.
