"Xia Zhisi, I am a guitarist. The most precious thing in my body is my hands. If my hands are useless, how will I live?" Qing Luo yelled at Xia Zhisi.
Xia Zhisi stared at the people in the isolation room confusedly through the glass, recalling the doctor's words over and over in his mind.
"There is no way to develop an antidote for a virus like this, and it spreads very quickly. It may still be on the arm today, but it may spread to the legs or even the whole body in a few days. The safest and most secure method now is amputation. I hope you will consider it carefully."
Xia Zhisi was stunned for a long time before he slowly said, "Luoluo, trust me. I will definitely find a way. Trust me."
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Intention: Everything you experience now is proof that you are alive