The atmosphere was inexplicably a bit eerie.
Han Jing saw that they were about to start the surgery and didn't want to sit there watching. She had been busy the whole night and morning, her nerves tense for hours. Now she was both tired and hungry, so she prepared to get up and leave.
As soon as she stood up, she heard Han Yuxiao urgently say, "Wait a minute!"
Han Jing glanced at her, her face pale without a hint of blood, yet her eyes were bloodshot, probably from staying up too long. Han Jing thought it over and still offered her a word of comfort: "Don't worry, your arm can be reattached, you'll still be able to use it in the future."
This was considered comfort, although perhaps she wouldn't be able to wield a weapon anymore since it was her right arm, but at least normal activities shouldn't be a problem.
