"A year or two at most."
"I don't have a year or two, Chad. I'm an actress. You know how hard it was for me to get back on my feet again. I have projects to work on. I have so many things finally going right for me, and you want to wait a year or two before I can work again?" June shook her head.
"June, this is your health, we are talking about. You need to take care of yourself first."
"How long can I still use my hand without the surgery, if I'm going to depend on medication alone?"
Chad sighed. "I won't allow you to take that risk, June. You could die. Your hand is connected to your entire body. If you don't take care, it could affect your hearing, and even sight."
"You still haven't answered my question, Chad." June said coldly.
"Six months! If you don't undergo a proper surgery, I'm afraid you are going to lose your hand forever."
"Give me five months. I promise I will wrap up everything and come for the surgery." June stood up. "Give me the prescription."
