"Aunt Liu, while craniotomy carries certain risks, it acts quickly. Second Uncle Lin has spent his entire life as a chivalrous warrior, too proud to succumb to illness; this is understandable."
Seeing her heavily preoccupied and worried along the entire journey, Su Qingluo sighed lightly and offered some comfort before entering the house.
"Aunt Liu, you do not need to worry excessively. If Qingluo suggests this technique, it must mean that she is confident in its success. Moreover, Second Uncle Lin has a strong will and can tolerate the kind of pain ordinary people can't. I am certain the craniotomy will be successful."
"Thank you, Little Qingluo."
Second Aunt Lin wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, turned back and looked at Li Xiu'e with slight embarrassment.
"I've showed you a bad side of me, Sister Xiu'e. I've always been like this since I was young, impulsive, unable to control my emotions. Even the slightest incident can cause me to panic."
