Regarding Su Xiaohui's insistence on the "life-saving grace," Lin Jie didn't continue to refuse; after all, he wouldn't lose out, and who knows if it might come in handy in the future.
"Dr. Lin, the surgery is done, and my arm's been put in a cast. Can I leave now?" Su Xiaohui asked.
Lin Jie shook his head, saying, "Not for the time being! Many foreign objects like pins, screws, and bone plates have been implanted in your arm, and we need to observe if you'll have any allergic reactions or other abnormalities."
"Also, in the coming days, you'll need regular anesthesia injections, or you'll be in a lot of pain!"
"Pain?" Su Xiaohui's mouth twitched slightly as she said lightly, "Dr. Lin, do you think someone who can endure the pain of having their bones broken one by one is still afraid of pain?"
Fully aware of her injuries, Lin Jie couldn't help but shudder at the image she described.
