"I've already said that I need a very harsh environment and equipment to complete the surgery. Otherwise, you'll die of a bacterial infection."
Mo Ruyue unconsciously said a modern term. She was looking down to sort out the medicine box and did not see the man raise his eyebrows and look at her with surprise.
When she raised her head again, the man's expression had returned to his original determined and calm expression, and his eyes were filled with determination as he looked at her.
"No matter what, just do as you wish. If I really die because of this, it's my fate."
Since he had already said so, Mo Ruyue didn't try to persuade him anymore. Anyway, it wasn't her style to give up halfway, so she compromised.
"The pain this time isn't something you can endure with your attention, so I'll give you enough anesthetic. You'll also need to stay in bed after the operation."
