"Why didn't you tell me earlier!?" Shirao grabbed Beitang's hand, her vision blurred, "Brother, why didn't you say it earlier! So his right hand is useless? So have you researched a treatment plan? Talk to me, talk... Brother, why aren't you speaking?"
"It's okay, in a year or two, he should be able to use chopsticks and eat by himself," Beitang frowned and said in a deep voice.
Mingming said it was okay, but the tone implied it definitely wasn't okay at all.
Shirao's eyes widened in shock, is it this serious?!
A year or two before he might be able to use chopsticks to eat?
And... And what about surgical knives?
He'll never be able to hold them again?
He's a doctor! How heartbroken must he be to never be able to hold a surgical knife again?!
"When did it happen? Is it because of me? Was it the earthquake when he saved me that caused this?" Shirao's eyes glistened.
