She hesitated, looking to the nurse, as Pei Zhiyao by her side also tried to talk her out of it.
"Get well first, we'll talk about the performance when we get back. You're talented, there will always be opportunities for you to perform. If because of one performance you jeopardize your future career, I will help you."
Pei Zhiyao spoke with utter conviction.
But it did not sway Wen Mian's resolve.
"But..."
Wen Mian wanted to say something else, but her wheelchair had already been pushed to the entrance of the operating room.
Behind her, Pei Zhiyao did not follow.
Thus, Wen Mian, powerless as she was, could only let others have their way.
Surgery and stitches were naturally important.
Right before the nurse was about to begin, Wen Mian still asked, not giving up hope:
"Is stitching the only option?"
The nurse glanced at her, too frustrated to speak.
