Dr. Lin was hesitating whether he should pull open the curtain and take a look at the other side. He was still worried about Chen Meng'er's medical skills.
However, this curtain had already been pulled open by Chen Meng'er. Chen Meng'er could not hide the fatigue on her face. "Dr. Lin, how is Uncle Fatty's condition?" Chen Meng'er looked at Dr. Lin and knew that the surgery had been completed.
"The bullet has been removed. However, the bullet on Hall Master Fatty's arm was stuck between two nerves. I was very careful, but I still damaged one of the nerves. We can only know if there will be any long term effects after Hall Master Fatty's injury recovers," Dr. Lin said. Chen Meng'er's brows unconsciously furrowed. "Of course, it won't affect Hall Master Fatty's daily life in the future."
If it was an ordinary person, they would probably heave a sigh of relief after hearing Dr. Lin's words. However, for Chen Meng'er and Fatty, these words were like a blow.
