It Was Like Going Back to High School

Huo Hannian held Wen Ruan's hand tightly and pulled her onto his lap.

"When the explosion happened, my head was injured. There were fragments in my brain that pressed against my blood vessels and nerves."

Wen Ruan looked at Huo Hannian's cold and thin face, and his hands and feet turned cold.

"I've seen doctors both at home and abroad. If the fragment is removed through surgery, it's very likely that the brain will suffer serious damage. If the surgery fails, it's possible that the brain will die!"

"If I don't have surgery and the fragments don't move, I can live for another one or two years."

Wen Ruan stared at Huo Hannian in a daze. Her mind was blank and she could not react for a long time.

She ignored his obstruction and grabbed his hand forcefully to take his pulse.

His situation was not much better than what he had said.

If he didn't undergo surgery and the fragment was removed, he might not be able to survive for a year.