Song Ning raised her head. Her eyes were red, but her gaze was firm and stubborn.
"He can't lose his arm! As long as there's even the slightest chance, I'll save it for him!"
Director Wang yanked off his surgical cap, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to the floor.
"Who exactly is making the decisions here? Which matters more, his life or his arm? Is that question really so hard to answer?"
Director Wang stopped looking at Song Ning and fixed his gaze on Chen Liang and Han Xiao instead.
"She's a woman! Emotionally, I can understand how she feels! But what about you two? You're soldiers too! Tell me! Which matters more, his life or his arm?"
The two men exchanged a glance, then suddenly stood at attention and raised their hands in a salute to Director Wang.
Chen Liang said, "We can't make this decision for our regimental commander! But please trust Song Ning! Not just her medical skills! Whatever decision she makes, our commander won't object when he wakes up!"
Director Wang fell silent.
He stared steadily at the two soldiers.
Then he turned to Song Ning. "Have you considered that even if we risk his life and manage to save this arm, it'll only be there for show? The nerves are severed... never mind firing a gun, he probably won't even be able to hold chopsticks!"
"I have! But as long as he still has his arm, there's a chance!"
Director Wang looked at her steadily for several seconds, then stopped insisting.
"Come in! We need to hurry!"
Song Ning glanced back at Chen Liang and Han Xiao, and their eyes met for a moment.
Without another word, she turned and entered the Resuscitation Room.
They watched the double doors close again.
Chen