Shen Yizhou on the other end of the phone fell silent.
As a doctor, he was well aware that any surgery carries risks, and as a doctor, he can only minimize and control them; no one can guarantee absolute safety.
After a long while.
He finally spoke again, "I need to think carefully and discuss response plans with my mentor."
"Thank you, Yizhou!" Leng Zimo's tone turned gentle, "The day after tomorrow, Saturday, you and Tong Ya come to the farm, I'll barbeque for you."
"Alright!" Shen Yizhou agreed with some difficulty.
After hanging up the phone, Leng Zimo immediately turned on the computer and started working. Though the work didn't need to be completed today, he carefully went through the files, one by one, for no other reason than wanting to finish everything to wholeheartedly accompany her.
In the morning, the headache struck once more.
Swallowing a painkiller, Leng Zimo sat in the chair with closed eyes for a long while before opening them again.
