The next second, the man rose from the sofa, his brows bearing fury, as if he was ready to devour someone.
Li Susu's gaze fell from his face to the hand wrapped in a bandage, her heart constricting.
So he wasn't lying; he truly hadn't held a scalpel for five years.
"Huo Sichen, is your hand injured?"
He knew what she was asking.
"There's no need to worry, the surgical plan for tomorrow won't change."
Yet, she said, "Forget it then, I'll find another solution. I'm a bit tired, I'm heading upstairs to rest."
Just as she turned around, the man strode after her, grabbing her wrist.
"Li Susu, what do you mean? You don't need me to operate on your dad anymore?"
"How can we proceed? You haven't handled a scalpel in five years, what are the chances of success? Not to mention…" She paused, thinking about his recent injury saving Sheng Lanxin.
