Nan Song took off her watch and earrings and walked out, not forgetting to warn the priest, "After this operation, you need to take good care of yourself. If you don't recover well, you are not allowed to return to the set to film. If you want to be popular and make money, you must have that destiny."

"

Looking at Nan Song's beautiful and sassy figure as she left, the priest and Si Zhe blinked in unison.

Si Zhe's eyes were full of innocence and surprise, "Brother, why do I hear it, it seems that my sister is going to perform the surgery on you personally?"

Priest Qingjun's eyebrows narrowed slightly, "That's what I heard."

The two brothers had their heads full of questions. They must have misunderstood.

The priest changed into a hospital gown and was pushed into the operating room by the medical staff. Si Zhe followed closely, and then he saw a female doctor wearing a light green surgical gown, a mask and white gloves walking over.

Her face was calm and her tone was even more calm, "Are you ready?"

"..."

The priest and Si Zhe were petrified on the spot.

The two brothers stared with wide eyes and looked at Nan Song dressed as a doctor in disbelief.

If there was a problem with understanding just now, it’s not a problem with the eyes now, right?

"elder sister."

Si Zhe called Nan Song, his throat rolling, "It's you, do you want to operate on my brother?"

"Um."

Nan Song lightly raised his eyelids, "Why, you can't trust me?"

Si Zhe shook his head like a rattle.

This is not a question of trust or distrust, but...his uncle, his beautiful sister, can actually have medical skills?

The little nurse smiled at the side and said: "Don't worry, with Dr. Grace's intervention, even a dead horse can be resurrected. Your brother will definitely not become a lame."

"go in."

Nan Song walked in with both hands raised and gave Si Zhe a comforting look, "Wait outside. I'm here, don't be afraid."

Si Zhe nodded obediently like a chicken pecking at rice, trusting his sister unconditionally.

The operation lasted nearly forty minutes until the red light went out. Si Zhe suddenly stood up from the bench. The medical staff pushed the priest out. Si Zhe immediately greeted him, "Brother!"

He looked at the pale priest with concern, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

The priest moved his white lips and showed a faint smile, "I was given anesthesia, it won't hurt."

"It will hurt later, and it will be a good thing to remember."

Accompanied by a cold voice, Nan Song walked out of the operating room, took off his mask, and ordered the medical staff to push the priest to the ward so that he could take a good rest.

Si Zhe saw that Nan Song's face was also a little pale, and her fair face was still stained with a thin layer of sweat, and he felt a little distressed, "Thank you for your hard work, sister."

He now knew why she slept all the way on the plane.

A faint smile appeared on Nan Song's face, "The operation was successful. As long as your brother stops jumping around and heals his injuries, he can still be alive and kicking."

When Si Zhe heard this, the big stone hanging in his heart could finally be put down, and he was very excited.

"That's great! Thank you sister!"

Nan Song was infected by his smile and couldn't help but laugh. Gu Heng came over and whispered a few words in her ear, which immediately made the smile on Nan Song's face fade and darken.
Chapter completed!