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The person said, "You can't take it, you know the painkillers have serious side effects, and it could be irreversible. Can you hold on a bit longer? The medical team will be here soon, and then you can follow them out and have surgery in the nearest city; hopefully, your hand can still be saved."
Gu Zhaohan didn't say a word; he just slightly furrowed his brow.
But the person regretfully added, "However, due to the delay, even with surgery, I'm afraid you won't be able to wield a scalpel ever again."
When Xia Yangyang heard this, it felt like a bolt from the blue.
She called out weakly from the doorway, "Gu Zhaohan..."
The volunteer doctor, Xiao Wu, and Gu Zhaohan turned their heads at the same time.
Gu Zhaohan quickly stood up.
But it seemed that he aggravated his wound, and he sat back down in pain.
Xia Yangyang walked in.
"Gu Zhaohan, your hand..."
Gu Zhaohan, however, looked up with a rare ease in his brow and managed a slight smile.