Tang Sili took a deep breath, trying his best not to look at the faint mark that the scissors in her hand already left on her own neck, and said in a steady voice, "Listen to me, put the scissors down first. We can talk about whatever it is slowly."

Ha. Zhao Mengjin almost wanted to laugh out loud. It felt like something that absolutely couldn’t come out of his mouth.

Seeing the barely suppressed smile on her face, a shadow flickered through Tang Sili’s eyes, cursing damn it in his heart!

He absolutely didn’t need to worry about this, if she wanted to die, then die! It was her own choice!

It seemed that she saw this little thought in his heart. Zhao Mengjin raised her eyebrows coldly and said, "Rest assured, I’ve already left a letter, informing my uncle and aunt that even if I die, it has nothing to do with you."

Tang Sili sat back in the chair.

Seeing the layer of frost on his face thickening, seeming even less moved by anything in the world, Zhao Mengjin sighed, "You really don’t want to say anything?"

"I told you, I can’t compromise on matters of principle."

"Alright then, to prevent you from sabotaging anything secretly, it seems I have no choice but to do this—"

She was betting, betting on why he would rescue her when he saw her on the street. Someone as indifferent as him would normally never save any stranger and could completely just watch her being toyed with and taken away by thugs from a spectator’s perspective.

He suddenly stood up again, a face full of anger, but seemingly had figured it out.

Looking at the expression on his face, Zhao Mengjin couldn’t help but step back, suppressing the scream of fear that was ready to burst from her throat. Because his expression looked as though he too was prepared to risk everything.

His big hand suddenly reached out and grasped hers.

Her hand could only twist and turn, not out of fear of cutting her own neck, but for fear of cutting that pair of unique hands capable of saving countless lives, hands that were linked with the fate of people important to her.

What happened next, no one knew. After a fierce struggle between their hands, with a snapping sound, the scissors fell from her fingers, accompanied by the pained expression on her face and the wrist he grabbed drooping vertically like the neck of a swan being snapped.

A flash of shock crossed his eyes, and upon realizing, he immediately shouted to the people outside, "Someone, come quickly!"

Her wrist had been broken by him.

Though, compared to her cutting her neck with scissors risking her life, this seemed trivial. But considering she was a musician, her hand akin to her second life, many fans around the world would surely weep for this.

The music she played, sounding like heavenly melodies, might become her final performance from now on.

Thinking of this, Tang Sili’s heart trembled uncontrollably.

She was sent into the radiology room to have an X-ray. The radiology department took out the film and hung it before him and a bone specialist.

The orthopedic doctor said to him, "Professor Tang, judging by the situation, this nerve might have been severed."

Tang Sili sat in the chair, his hands crossed against his forehead, his voice unprecedentedly low, "The surgery must be perfect, restore her nerve to what it was before—"

"That’s impossible." Without a second thought, the orthopedic doctor said directly to him, "Professor Tang, you are a surgeon yourself and very clear about her condition—it’s impossible, as long as there’s no disability affecting normal daily life, that’s already very fortunate."

"I said she is a musician!"

Lying inside, upon hearing his seemingly furious voice, the corners of Zhao Mengjin’s eyes tightened slightly, feeling that the result was still not too bad. Surely, she might never be able to play the violin again.

Ou Yanan hurried to check on Gu Nuan after finishing surgery on Zhu Minxuan. Gu Nuan looked much better after drinking a bowl of sugar water her son found. Although from a distance, with a frown, Ou Yanan glanced at her smiling face and then turned away.

At this moment, the phone rang.

Looking down, it was a domestic call, he opened it.

Zhao Mengjin’s voice came through from the other end, "How is my aunt?"

"Well—" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Noticing his low mood, Zhao Mengjin seriously said, "I need to tell you something in advance."

"Go ahead."

"Your suspicions are one hundred percent correct. He’s been hiding it. I asked him to speak, but he wouldn’t."

Ou Yanan raised his head, taking a deep breath.

"Also, my hand might not be able to play the violin anymore."

"What did you say?!"

"Don’t worry. This is the path I’ve chosen myself."