"Do you have time to perform the surgery for me now?" Feng Xiling asked bluntly, staring intently at her.
"If you're in a hurry, I can start preparing," Qiao Qiqi replied.
"My vision has been getting blurry lately; sometimes it's completely black, sometimes I can see clearly. I don't want to delay anymore." Feng Xiling lifted a cup of tea and handed it to her.
"...Alright, I'll contact the hospital and use the operating room, but let me clarify, I can't guarantee a one hundred percent success."
Qiao Qiqi was ninety percent confident, which meant quite a high success rate.
"I've already arranged for the operating room, and all the medicines are ready. All you need to do is perform the surgery for me." Feng Xiling had come fully prepared.
He was cautious about his life and wouldn't easily entrust it to others.
Even for the surgery, he had to be in control!
"That's fine, how about this: give me your medical records and the recent scans, and I'll study them further."
