Ryan Sterling sighed softly.
"If you're referring to everyday life, as long as you don't do any heavy lifting, there shouldn't be any problems."
Hearing this, Yolanda Greenwood's heart had already sunk halfway.
Sure enough, Ryan continued, "I heard from Jenny that you're an exceptionally talented painter, but painting demands a lot from the hands, so... don't get your hopes too high."
Yolanda smiled bitterly, "Actually, I didn't have any hopes at all."
"Dr. Sterling," she said, rising to leave, "thank you for today, then I'll just..."
"Wait a moment," Ryan interrupted her, "It's not that there's no hope for your hand at all, it's just that my abilities are limited. However, my mentor might be able to work a miracle for you."
"Really?" Yolanda could hardly believe it.
"My mentor is currently abroad," Ryan took out his phone, "I'll call him right now to ask for you."
Yolanda was immensely grateful, "Thank you so much, Dr. Sterling. I truly appreciate it."