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Ye Wei was taken aback. "Cut your hair?"

"I'll still lose it, after all, so might as well cut them first," Eleven plainly said. When she woke up every day, she could not stand all the hair on the bed.

"How about you shave your head?"

"Sure!"

"It's fine. It will all grow back, after all. Old Witch said that cells that are dead can live again." Ye Wei was half-knowing, and she did not know whether she was right. She could not quite bear to cut off all that beautiful hair.

Ye Wei's third operation occurred about the same time as Eleven's second treatment. Ye Wei, following this operation, would be completely okay. With some rehabilitation, she would be able to walk in less than a month's time. With half a year of rehabilitation, she would almost be like before with no issues. Even though Ye Wei was happy, she was still worried about Eleven.