"Signing? Sign what..." Qiao Mo was somewhat dazed, her mind was completely blank.
"Because there are risks involved in the surgery, like... like..." Xie Qinghuan hesitated, finding it hard to speak despite her usual straightforwardness.
Tears welled up again in Qiao Mo's eyes as she sobbed, "Qinghuan..."
Xie Qinghuan glanced towards the direction of the operating room, gritted her teeth, and said solemnly, "Like amputations or something similar."
Actually, she knew that signing was just a formality.
If it was a life-threatening situation, anyone would choose amputation if it meant saving their life.
But if no family member signed, the hospital often worried that the patient's family wouldn't be able to accept it and would hold the hospital responsible, so some hospitals ask the family to sign in advance.
"Am... amputation..." Qiao Mo's eyes moistened, and her vision darkened.
"Yes." Xie Qinghuan hesitated too, knowing logically it wasn't her place to sign.
