"You try the dumplings I made myself, it's the stuffing you like to eat." Ning An handed him the chopsticks.

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

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

"Have you eaten?"

"Yeah." Ning An said, "You eat slowly, it tastes okay, right?"

"Not it's 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 operation.

Ning An cleaned up his room for a while, sat on the sofa while watching TV while waiting for him to finish his meal.

There was no good TV show, so Ning An picked up a draft of white paper on the table.

There is a design drawing he drew on the white paper, probably a courtyard design, with all the details inside, including rockery, fountain, goldfish pond... He even marked the trees clearly wherever they planted.

Ning An found it very interesting and looked down with relish.

This design is beautifully designed.

After looking through a few more pictures, she realized that it was designed according to the layout of the Song House.

She also looked at the design of the garden, which was different from the current Song House layout. This garden is larger and more technological.

There were two villains in the pavilion in the garden. Ning An frowned, huh? What is this?

The drawing was too small, but Ning An could see that one was a man and the other was a woman, and the two were snuggling together.

Song Shaoyan spoke inappropriately: "You and me."

Ning'an: "..."

"Mr. Song has a rich imagination."

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

"Get out of here." Ning An cursed softly.

Ning An took the pen he put aside and wrote four words "Song Da Sizi" on the villain, and the handwriting just blocked the woman's figure.

Really like a fool.

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

After about a few dozen minutes of touching, Song Shaoyan gracefully put down the bowls and chopsticks: "I'm done."

"Don't you tell me something? You said."

"Jiang Ci helped me contact an expert in New York, who is the top-notch medical field." Song Shaoyan looked at Ning An's side face seriously with a serious expression. "I went to his place for a checkup some time ago. He said that if my legs were undergoing surgery, there is still a possibility of curing. However, the probability of the operation failure is also very high, reaching about 30%. If it fails, the legs will lose all their perception, which is worse than now."

His low 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 yourself?"

"I didn't agree to the surgery at first. The probability of failure was too high. I couldn't afford the risk. I would rather sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life and occasionally stand up with a crutch. I would rather lose consciousness and become a waste person."

Ning An was silent, it seemed that it was indeed a difficult multiple-choice question.

"But later I agreed... on the day you said you wanted to give me a chance, I agreed to the doctor." Song Shaoyan said calmly, "If you can give me a chance, can I give myself a chance? It is both an opportunity and a hope."
Chapter completed!