Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand Si Fuqing! (1)

Inside the office, a profound silence reigned, not even the sound of a heartbeat could be heard.

The words of Si Fuqing crashed upon his eardrums like tumultuous waves, sending shivers down his spine.

His expression was one of shock. "What did you just say?"

"You can trust me," Si Fuqing's brows furrowed with determination. "As a skilled doctor like you, why should you suffer because of those worthless individuals?"

The palm of Qin Yusong's hand, which had been reciting, slowly clenched.

He had regrets, of course, but some things couldn't be undone.

If he hadn't gone to the hospital that day, perhaps his hand wouldn't have been destroyed.

"I don't disbelieve you," Qin Yusong calmed down, exhaling slowly. "You're right, I've always wanted to return to the operating table. My hand doesn't hinder me in other tasks, and I can even lift heavy objects, but with the advancement of modern medical technology..."