Zhou Jiangzhi, who was convulsing all over from the pain and nearly fainting, heard Lu Chi's words and immediately opened his bloodshot eyes in agitation. His forehead was bulging with veins from holding back the pain, and he struggled to make a hoarse plea from his throat,
"No, Li... Manager... I, I don't want an amputation, I can't lose my hand. Without my hand, I am nothing, just a useless person. I still want to be a sailor, I want to be a sailor for life. Please, save me..."
Li Tingyan's face looked grim, "Doctor Lu, is there really no other way besides amputation? He is my best sailor, he cannot lose his hand."
"I'm sorry, there is no other way. If we don't perform the amputation, he won't make it through tonight. Whether to live or keep the hand, you have to decide."
