With a sharp crack, Lin Jie reset his dislocated right thumb himself.
Compared to the pain on the inside of his thigh, the pain from the thumb relocation seemed trivial.
He moved his right hand a little, the other four fingers were agile and unhindered, only the thumb was still lacking somewhat.
Lin Jie felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
The pain in his hip could be managed, but the slight inflexibility of his right thumb would have a severe impact on the surgery.
Everyone in the room was an insider, naturally understanding the situation at hand.
Lin Jie's injury was not serious at all, but it would seriously affect this surgery.
They all quietly watched Lin Jie, waiting for his decision.
Lin Jie shook his head, smiled wryly, and said, "After all this preparation, who knew it would be ruined by a small accident..."
"Maybe it wasn't an accident!"
Lin Jie and the others in the room all looked towards the door, seeing Guan Muhua and Qin Gang entering.
