Qin Lu looked at the cool and stern girl in front of him and chuckled, asking, "Would Yanyan despise your big brother if he were disabled?"
Nan Yan decisively replied, "Yes."
"I'm a looks-oriented person, but to be my boyfriend, having just a good-looking face is not enough. He must have a strong physique to provide me with enough security."
Qin Lu raised an eyebrow and said, "In that case, I'll have to rely on you, Yanyan, not to turn your future boyfriend into a cripple."
Nan Yan sighed, "Alright..."
After going back and forth, she found herself caught in a paradox.
Nan Yan instructed the anesthetist to administer anesthesia to Qin Lu. Then, she picked up the surgical knife for herself and told Qin Lu, "Close your eyes, get some good rest, and when you wake up, your leg will be fixed."
It had been a long time since he had slept. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles underneath.