To soothe her excitement: "What are you anxious about? Sit down."
Lin Qianqian couldn't stop smiling, smiled awkwardly and disrespectfully. She moved backwards and then moved forward, unable to help but ask: "He missed the best treatment time for half a year, so there is no problem with this.
Will there be a chance of complete recovery?”
Hearing this, Yan Mubei was a little surprised, and he looked at the little woman beside him.
She knew that his foot injury happened half a year ago?
So did she know that he was injured for her?
That night, I was so sad that I got into a car accident.
Yan Mubei thought for a while and looked at Deng Liang opposite him.
Seeing this, Deng Liang lowered his head.
So Yan Mubei understood that Deng Liang had told Lin Qianqian about the car accident.
Because of this, she will feel guilty and love him wholeheartedly, so she will stay by his side.
"Of course I can recover completely, otherwise I won't go this trip." Nie Jiajun from there picked up the inspection report on the desktop again: "Now I have two plans, one is to recover quickly, but the risk is relatively high, the other is the other.
It is a solution that takes longer to go without risk, mainly depends on your needs.”
"Quick." Yan Mubei answered him without hesitation: "The faster the better."
Lin Qianqian looked at him, then said worriedly and swollen: "What are the risks?"
"The risk of surgery." Nie Jiajun explained in a practical way: "If you choose to have surgery, you can walk in about a month, but it is related to the nerve line of your footsteps. If there is a slight mistake, he will still walk, but he will walk...
It's a slight."
Nie Jiajun is a mixed-race child in China and the United States. He lived abroad for a long time and returned to China to develop in the past few years.
His Chinese has a strong foreign accent, and sometimes his pronunciation is not very fluent and correct, but his words made everyone here understand.
"Is the so-called crooked person possible to be limp?"
"Well, you can walk or run, it's not very normal."
Yan Mubei and Lin Qianqian were both silent.
Seeing this, Zhong Cheng said: "So I think it is safer to choose the drug to maintain. Taking medicine and doing foot massage every day will take longer, about a year."
Lin Qianqian heard this and replied decisively: "We don't want to have surgery, we will do medication."
"No, have the surgery." Yan Mubei almost immediately said it, as if she knew she would say this: "I chose to have the surgery, and the faster the surgery, the better."
He has been in a wheelchair for too long.
He could no longer tolerate his cowardice and frustration.
Every time, he was anxious to die because of his inconvenience of his feet.
When he is loving, he cannot bring her joy to his heart's content.
In times of crisis, he cannot protect her and keep her safe.
When he is happy, he cannot hug her and lift her up.
All of this made him feel that he was not a man.
Especially cowardly.
"Yan Mubei." Lin Qianqian called him and shouted in disagreement: "Are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy. Even at the risk of my feet becoming crooked, I'll stand up as soon as possible." He looked at her so firmly.
It seemed that there was a cliff ahead that could not stop him from moving forward.
Lin Qianqian frowned and shook her head: "If the operation is not successful, your feet will be ruined."
"I'm not afraid unless you dislike me." He held her hands tightly: "As long as you don't dislike me, I'm not afraid of anything."