On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Jie arrived at Binhai Armed Police General Hospital.
In the operating room, he once again saw that unnamed foreigner who needed a complete cosmetic surgery.
Seeing how much thinner he had become, Lin Jie asked concernedly, "How are you holding up? Can you manage? Today's surgery can be postponed if needed."
"I can handle it, don't worry about me."
The unnamed foreigner said with a smile, "Expert Lin, you might think that over the past month, I've been lying in bed recovering and enduring unbearable torment, suffering through hardship."
"But for me, it's not like that at all."
"For over a month, I haven't had to constantly be on edge or maintain high alert to avoid slipping up. I've been able to eat and rest without worry."
"To me, this feels like a mental vacation. I don't feel tortured at all."
These words moved Lin Jie somewhat.
"Your previous work was even tougher than I imagined."
