Compared with the risks of surgery, she would rather choose the conservative nature of traditional Chinese medicine. Taking traditional Chinese medicine and applying medicine will at least not make his condition worse...
"It's too bitter, I won't eat it!" Li Juefeng objected.
He had read her treatment plan about traditional Chinese medicine. She asked him to drink traditional Chinese medicine for about a year. Do you want to kill him? There is no guarantee that his hand will be healed.
He would rather lie on the operating bed and go under the knife once, betting on the 50% chance.
"hiss--"
Li Juefeng watched Gu Xiaoai tear the surgery consent form into several pieces, his eyes as deep as ink, "What are you doing?!"
"I won't make it worse for you!"
"There is a half chance of success!" Li Juefeng said in a strong tone and had already made up his mind.
"There is still a half chance that it will be worse." Gu Xiaoai argued with him, "Li Juefeng, can we take Chinese medicine first? If there is a good surgical plan and doctor in the middle, there is no need to take it anymore."
She didn't want to bet on such a 50% chance. It wasn't the time to despair yet...
"I told you not to!"
"Li Juefeng..."
"My hand has been bad for a day, are you going to stay up all night reading medical information?!" Li Juefeng looked at her coldly, "Xiao Yao told me that you were surrounded by a bunch of medical information on the set.
, you are still calling the doctor every day until early in the morning, how long are you going to live like this?!"
At the end of the sentence, Li Juefeng's eyes were filled with strong displeasure and he threw the towel to the ground.
"..."
Gu Xiaoai was yelled at by Li Juefeng until she couldn't say a word. He... decided to block her because he felt sorry for her?
Gu Xiaoai walked into the bathroom silently, brought out a clean towel, and took Li Juefeng's hand to make him sit on the sofa.
Li Juefeng threw her hand away impatiently, paused, and sat down on the sofa with a cold face.
Gu Xiaoai wiped his hair with a towel and said softly, "I promise you that I won't stay up late reading information in the future, okay? Let's not do this surgery, okay?"
"I want to bet on this!"
Li Juefeng said in a deep voice.
"Wouldn't drinking Chinese medicine be more conservative?" Gu Xiaoai couldn't help but say.
"Compared to Lingchi, it would be faster to just slash him with a knife!" Li Juefeng said coldly.
…
Why is it too late to drink Chinese medicine?
"I won't let you gamble." Gu Xiaoai whispered with determination, wiping his wet hair carefully with her hands.
"Gu Xiaoai, are you ordering me? Huh?!" Li Juefeng frowned and spoke in a low voice.
"As my wife, I order you, okay?"
"..."
Li Juefeng was so speechless that he stared at the intricately patterned carpet in front of him with his dark eyes and pursed his thin lips tightly.
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Returning to the square, Wu Jiang lived up to his expectations and caught the little white pigeon they had let go yesterday among the pigeons.
Li Juefeng took the pigeon from Wu Jiang, and the tag on the pigeon's foot was still there.
"It seems my wish has come true."
Gu Xiaoai smiled slightly and reached out to untie the tag so that the pigeons would not be so heavy.
Li Juefeng let go of his hand, the pigeon flapped its wings and flew away, while Gu Xiaoai held the tag in her hand.
Turning the tag in his hand, Gu Xiaoai suddenly found some small words written in French on the back of the tag.
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Digression: I only dedicate the figure in white here to those children who like Chu Shixiu and who have always firmly believed that he is not dead. This is Chu Shixiu’s second ending. Is it okay?
If you are not dead and do not appear, it is the best blessing to you.