"Sure." Han Yu answered. If Leng Xiaoyao had time right now, he would have done it right away, to prevent any accidents.
"Great, see you on Sunday then. Remember to give me a call. Oh, please prepare a set of scalpels as well. It's not convenient for me to buy it because of my age. I don't want to attract too much attention either," Leng Xiaoyao said. Actually, she could disguise herself with make-up and clothing, but she didn't want to bother.
In addition, it was easy for Han Yu to deal with.
"Great, I'll buy the scalpels," Han Yu agreed. He also felt it wasn't a good idea to let Leng Xiaoyao buy the scalpels.
"I don't want more people to know that I'm going to do the operation for you. There is nothing wrong with that, but I want to avoid trouble. If other people learn that I can heal you, they might turn to me for help as well. I'm not a doctor, nor am I a saint. I only rescue people according to my mood and relationship to them," Leng Xiaoyao said.
