Zhuo Xingfa's condition wasn't serious. He just needed a minor surgery to repair some ligaments and muscles.
After all, compared to the first guinea pig, his phalloplasty procedure had already undergone some improvements.
Around 3 PM, after finishing Zhuo Xingfa's examination and repair surgery, Yan Feifan, Yu Suye, and Chen Yu went to the locker room together.
Yan Feifan took off his scrub top, its back half-damp with sweat, and tossed it into the laundry hamper.
He couldn't help but sigh. "He's a business owner, for goodness sake. Does he have that little self-control?"
"He knew the consequences would be serious, so why couldn't he just hold back a little longer? One moment of indulgence, and now he needs another half a month to recover."
Chen Yu chuckled. "How could someone in his situation possibly hold back? The moment the conditions were right, he must have wanted to test it out."
Suddenly, Chen Yu reached out and poked Yan Feifan's pectoral muscle.
