Half an hour later.
Inside the third operating room.
The girl, Miaomiao, lay on the operating table, ready to undergo the upcoming surgery.
Zhao Heng noticed she was still a bit nervous, her face slightly pale, so he said to her, "If you recover, what would you like to do?"
Upon hearing this, Miaomiao seemed to snap out of her nervousness, her only functioning left eye brightened, but then dimmed again. Her dream was to become an excellent skiing athlete like her idol Sun Xinxin, but she no longer had one of her eyes, so she couldn't become a skier.
"Actually, life doesn't just offer one path. If one path is blocked, there are other paths to take."
Seeing Miaomiao's expression darken, seeming to know what she was thinking in her heart, Zhao Heng comforted her.
"Hmm, thank you, doctor brother."
Miaomiao was not that nervous at this moment and expressed her gratitude to Zhao Heng.
