Zhuo Yi nonchalantly lifted his eyelids, "I need to prepare some things, let's do it the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, then the day after tomorrow." Si Ye stood up, suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a moment before asking, "If the surgery is successful, how long can she live?"
Zhuo Yi thought Si Ye still hated Chen Xiangyu, so he spoke a little bluntly, "At least one year, at most three, depending on her physical condition. But to live a little longer is like a gift for her."
A complex look flashed imperceptibly in Si Ye's eyes, "Is there any way to make her live a few more years?"
Upon hearing him say that, Zhuo Yi showed a strange expression, "Don't you wish she didn't live longer?"
"Never say such things again! If I hear you, I'll smash all your medical equipment on the spot!" Si Ye's expression changed instantly, his tone cold and fierce.
Zhuo Yi looked at him seriously, just staring at him for two seconds before looking away.