The old man turned his head to the side.
"You really refuse to enter the operating room?" Melody Thorne raised an eyebrow lightly.
"No, nothing you say will make me go."
"Alright then," Melody Thorne put her hands behind her back, "if you don't want to go, I won't force you. Here, this is something Timmy asked me to bring for you. He's even thinking about staying a few more years and having you help him find a great-granddaughter-in-law."
The old man "... really?"
He turned his head and saw a candy lying in Melody Thorne's palm. His old face froze immediately, grabbing the candy, "How childish is this? Are you trying to coax a child!"
As he spoke, he clasped his hand and walked away.
"Old man, where are you going?" Dr. Mo followed behind.
The old man tapped his cane, "Where else can I go? Didn't you say I need surgery? Aren't you going to the operating room? As a doctor, do you have any sense of time? And you need me to rush you?"
Dr. Mo "..."
