"Really?!"
Old Master Ouyang excitedly grabbed Song Yun's shoulders and asked, "What are your odds?"
"Ah, Uncle Ouyang, that's not the right question to ask. In this world, there's no such thing as a hundred percent certainty. Song Yun, as long as your chances are higher than the hospital's, then go ahead with confidence. If anything happens, no one will trouble you."
My second uncle said reassuringly, "Besides, I've had this problem for several years now, and I understand a lot about the condition, so don't feel any psychological burden."
"Don't worry, second uncle, this little thing is a hundred percent success rate in my eyes," Song Yun said with a smile. "In fact, it's not just me who could do it. Any accomplished Taoist doctor could perform it just as smoothly."
"Is that so..."
My second uncle nodded thoughtfully and said, "Then let's do it. Do we need anesthesia?"
"No need. You just lie down on the bed and sleep through it."
