"I made the dumplings myself. Try them. They are the fillings you like." Ning An handed him the chopsticks.

She saw that his mental state was much better, and the haggardness in his eyebrows was gone.

Song Shaoyan obediently took the chopsticks and lunch box, dipped them in the sauce, and ate the steamed dumplings Ning An made for him. He was very satisfied.

"Have you eaten?"

"Yeah." Ning An said, "Eat slowly, does it taste good?"

"It's not okay, it's very good." Song Shaoyan was as satisfied as a child, "By the way, I have something to tell you."

"What's up?"

"Wait until I finish eating."

Song Shaoyan wanted to tell her about the surgery.

Ning An cleaned up the room for him for a while, sat on the sofa and watched TV while waiting for him to finish eating.

There weren't any good TV shows, so Ning An casually picked up a white paper draft on the table.

There is a design drawing he drew on the white paper, which is probably a courtyard design. It has every detail, including rockeries, fountains, goldfish ponds... He even clearly marked where to plant what trees.

Ning An found it very interesting and lowered his head to watch with relish.

This design is beautiful.

After flipping through a few more pictures, she realized that they were designed according to the layout of Song's residence.

She also looked at the design of the garden. It was different from the current layout of the Song Dynasty. This garden was larger and more high-tech.

There were two little people in the pavilion in the garden. Ning An frowned, huh? What are these?

The painting was too small, but Ning An could tell that one was a man and the other was a woman, and they were leaning against each other.

Song Shaoyan said quietly at an inappropriate time: "You and me."

Ning'an: "..."

"Mr. Song has a very rich imagination."

"It's okay, it's okay, we just sat together and watched the sunset, nothing else." Song Shaoyan explained seriously.

"Go away, you idiot." Ning An cursed in a low voice.

Ning An took the pen he had put aside and wrote four words "Song Da Fool" on the villain's body. The handwriting just covered the woman's figure.

He really looks like a fool.

I have never seen anyone draw a design drawing and include themselves in the drawing.

After touching it for dozens of minutes, Song Shaoyan gracefully put down his bowl and chopsticks: "I've finished eating."

"Don't you have something to tell me? You tell me."

"Jiang Ci helped me contact an expert in New York, who is at the top level in the medical field." Song Shaoyan looked at Ning An's profile seriously, with a serious look on his face, "I went to him for surgery on the days when I disappeared some time ago.

After an examination, he said that if I undergo an operation on my legs, there is still a possibility of recovery. However, the probability of failure of the operation is also very high, reaching about 30%. If it fails, my legs will lose all feeling, which is worse than now.

Not as good as."

His deep voice echoed in the quiet ward.

Ning An heard it. She put down the draft paper and looked at him: "What did you think about it?"

"I didn't agree to the operation at first. The probability of failure was too high and I couldn't bear the risk. I would rather sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life and occasionally stand up with crutches than lose consciousness and become a complete invalid."

Ning An was silent. This seemed to be a difficult multiple-choice question.

"But then I agreed... On the day you said you wanted to give me a chance, I agreed to that doctor." Song Shaoyan said calmly, "If you can give me a chance, I might as well give myself a chance.

What? It’s both an opportunity and a hope.”
Chapter completed!