Lu Xiaojiu asked the doctor, "Is there no hope of recovery even if I have surgery?"
The doctor said, "The chances of full recovery are small. It won't affect your daily life much, but if you want to continue being a sniper, it might be difficult. Your arm can't handle prolonged exertion."
Lu Xiaojiu nodded, "I understand."
"Shall I report your condition, then?"
"Alright." Lu Xiaojiu lowered her eyes. Her arm didn't feel any pain, but only she knew how tiring it was to maintain a position for long periods. She couldn't adapt to the intense training of a sniper, and fighting with that arm was impossible. For ordinary people, it might just ache subtly on windy or rainy days, but for Lu Xiaojiu, it was a fatal injury.
Xiao Qiao said, "I will train hard to become the best sniper. We'll still be partners; don't worry."
"My arm is useless. General Taylor will find you a new partner." Lu Xiaojiu was fully aware of the cruelty and competition here; she could no longer be a sniper.
