CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 103 WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT HIM?

An Yan lifted her hand.

"Alright, let’s head to the procedure room and start the surgery!"

Ye Xingyu looked at her squarely, surprised.

This girl is so pretty, her appearance fee must be in the five digits, right? he thought. Thinking about how Director Zhang might have to spend all his life savings for my sake, I feel a bit guilty.

So, as soon as he entered the procedure room, he smiled at An Yan and said, "I know my hand is beyond saving. Dr. An, just wrap it in some gauze and go through the motions. Don’t charge Director Zhang too much for the expenses; the old man isn’t rich either... ARGH—"

An Yan’s scalpel had moved, and Ye Xingyu screamed in pain, no longer able to speak of merely going through the motions.

"Aren’t you going to use anesthesia?" Song Yiliang asked, looking at An Yan in shock. How could she just cut open someone’s skin without using any anesthesia?

An Yan hummed in response and explained, "I need to examine which nerve is causing the problem while the patient is conscious! Besides, this patient isn’t like the others; he’s a criminal police officer who has faced hails of bullets. He should be able to bear a little pain, right?"

Ye Xingyu, his face pale and his voice trembling, stammered, "Are you... are you for real? Can you really make my hand normal again? I’m telling you, if you... ARGH—"

An Yan had no intention of coddling a patient who didn’t believe in her medical skills!

With another cut, Ye Xingyu was completely unable to speak.

「Outside.」

He Chuwei stood up instantly upon hearing the scream.

Zhang Xuebin, seeing how nervous she was, asked on her behalf, "Dr. An, what’s wrong with Ye Xingyu?"

"Don’t worry, he’s doing great. Didn’t you hear the strength in his screams?"

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Xuebin nodded and sat back down on the bench. If Little Master says it’s fine, then it must be fine!

But He Chuwei guarded the door restlessly, looking like she was ready to burst in at any moment.

「Inside the procedure room.」

Ye Xingyu was in such pain that his face was twisted, and he was drenched in a cold sweat.

But An Yan was patiently and meticulously instructing Song Yiliang, "See here? This is what’s affecting the movement of his fingers—here, here, and here."

With each word, her hemostat poked the area.

Ye Xingyu’s pain was so intense that all his muscles spasmed, but he was forcing himself to endure it!

After finishing her demonstration, An Yan took out a set of needles and inserted them one by one into his body, saying, "Dr. Song, you knew before the surgery that he was suspected of being poisoned. But the tests showed normal values, so you concluded that the poison hadn’t affected him, right?"

"Yes!"

"Have you ever wondered why, despite your perfect surgery, his recovery wasn’t going well?"

"Why?"

"Because the poison did affect him. This finger, if left untreated, will gradually necrotize over time. Look!"

Song Yiliang stared in shock at Ye Xingyu’s wound.

Under An Yan’s acupuncture, the originally red blood slowly turned black.

"This... is poison?"

"Yes. This poison comes from the sap of a certain plant and can severely harm the nervous system and internal organs!"

An Yan administered a few more needles. Only after the black blood had completely drained did she proceed to the next step.

By then, Ye Xingyu was already too shocked to speak, his emotions a complex whirl.

Even though I know she isn’t using anesthesia purely as retribution for my doubting her, I have no complaints. If my hand can truly be healed, I can endure this bit of pain! Wait, it doesn’t seem to hurt that much anymore. Could these needles actually have an anesthetic effect? So, when Dr. An didn’t use anesthesia earlier, it wasn’t out of revenge, but because it was genuinely necessary?

「Half an hour later.」

An Yan put away her needle and thread and announced, "All done!"

"D-done! It’s done!" Ye Xingyu, drenched in sweat and pale-faced, asked weakly, "My... my hand... is it really recovered?"

An Yan glanced at him. "Try moving it slowly for yourself. Be gentle. If the stitches come undone, I won’t mind sewing you up again."

Ye Xingyu’s hand immediately stiffened. He wanted to move it, but he didn’t dare!

Song Yiliang said, "Move it slowly, just a small range of motion. Just feel the flexibility for now."

Only then did Ye Xingyu slowly rotate his thumb.

Then his eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "It really is better! Thank you, thank you..."

An Yan turned to Song Yiliang and said, "First, put his finger in a plaster cast. Remove it after two weeks, then start regular rehabilitation training. In about another four weeks, he should be almost healed."

As she spoke, her gaze moved back to Ye Xingyu, and she continued, "But I can’t guarantee it will be healed by exactly then; it also depends on your constitution. If it’s not recovered well by then, don’t worry. Just extend the rehabilitation training period."

"Okay," Ye Xingyu replied, looking at An Yan as if she were his savior, his attitude incredibly respectful.

After disinfecting and washing her hands, An Yan took off her work clothes and walked out of the procedure room.

He Chuwei immediately grabbed her arm and asked, "Dr. An, how did the surgery go?"

"Very successful!" An Yan replied, then looked thoughtfully at He Chuwei and asked, "What do you like about him?"

In my opinion, that Ye Xingyu is rude, lacks grace, and even snaps at Officer Xiaohe! But I can also tell that these two are indeed fated for each other!

"Who likes him!" He Chuwei’s face flushed red as she retorted, "You misunderstand, Dr. An. There’s nothing between us! I’m just worried about him because he was injured saving me."

An Yan: "..."

Suddenly, she remembered Li Tianyao’s hand, how he had shielded her with it.

Xiaohe, mentioning this incident, was still shaken as she continued, "That drug trafficker actually sneaked all the way from the border into the country. I discovered him during a deal. At the time, I didn’t know his real identity; I just thought he was an ordinary person. Unexpectedly, he suddenly pulled out a weapon and swung at me. It was Xingyu who rushed out, disregarding his own safety, to block the knife for me!"

"Didn’t Ye Xingyu have a gun? Why didn’t he just shoot?" An Yan asked, puzzled.

Xiaohe explained, "Guns are only issued for missions; they aren’t carried on a daily basis."

"Oh," An Yan said.

"Miss An Yan, after injuring Xingyu, the drug trafficker took poison to commit suicide. Eventually, the doctors saved his life, but he ended up in a vegetative state!"

An Yan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Why save him? Why not just let him die?"

Xiaohe shook her head. "We can’t let him die! He’s a key figure, and the higher-ups want to completely dismantle their drug trafficking route. But the mission failed because Xingyu was injured and poisoned. It even led to the death of a colleague."