"Director Wu, just go ahead and amputate it. Grind the bone smooth and stitch up the skin."
"It's just a small part of my finger. Even if it's gone, it won't affect my life too much."
Thirty thousand yuan... that was several months of his family's living expenses, plus his daughter's treatment fees.
"Oh, right, Doctors, I haven't told my family about my injured finger yet."
"After the surgery, there's no way I can hide it. So, how about this? When my wife gets here later, could you just tell her that my severed finger was brought in too late? Tell her you couldn't guarantee it would function even if you reattached it, and that trying might have just led to an infection, so amputation was the best choice."
"Director Wu, Dr. Deng, I'm begging you."
As a man, Tan Xin definitely didn't want his wife to know he was choosing not to have the reconstructive surgery just to save money.
His co-worker at his side wanted to speak up several times, but ultimately kept his mouth shut.
