Wu Mei kicked the door open and stood in front of Bi Fang with the medicine in her hand.

Bi Fang was training with the rehabilitation equipment at the end of the bed. Seeing her angry expression, he silently shifted his gaze to look out the window.

Wu Mei's voice was cold as she interrogated him, "Were you the one who changed the medicine?"

Bi Fang nodded and admitted, "That's right. I'm a doctor, so I know what kind of medicine is best for my health."

Wu Mei poured out the soup bowl and narrowed her eyes as she stared at his haggard and dispirited side profile. She said, "Although the composition of this soup will allow you to recover quickly, you know the side effects of the aggressive drug better than anyone else! Consuming it for a few days over a period of time will cause your hands to tremble and your body to have sequelae!"

"This means that you will no longer be able to stand in front of the operating table or perform any meticulous work!"

"Are you willing to live like a cripple?"

Wu Mei's words pierced Bi Fang's heart. Agony crossed his face and his lips curled up in a self-deprecating smile. In an extremely soft voice, he said, "Instead of letting me continue to hold on to an unrealistic hope and delaying the treatment of my own injuries, and hoping to find the immortality elixir for a miracle to happen, why don't you let me recover as soon as possible? Although I can't continue to be a doctor in the future, my hands can at least be like that of a normal person!"

"If I continue to lie in bed, hope and disappointment will drag me down. At that time, I will truly become a cripple!" Bi Fang forcefully suppressed his emotions and stared at Wu Mei as he roared. Bi Fang did not mean to vent his emotions on Wu Mei, but he needed to find a place to vent the negative energy that had accumulated in his heart.

Wu Mei stared at him and asked, "Being a good doctor is your lifelong dream and goal to strive for, right? Can you really let it go?"

"If you can't, the stupid thing you're doing now is what's ruining your own future!" Wu Mei yelled at Bi Fang. Her eyes were bloodshot and she wanted to slap him awake!

"Future? Do I still have a future?"

Bi Fang laughed self-deprecatingly. He raised his hand that was unable to hold anything heavy and even had difficulty with bending as he said, "Do you know how much I hate myself for getting drunk that night and how much I hate myself for passing by that road?! But it has already happened. I can't change it!"

"Isn't it too much for me to talk about the future now? I can't even be a doctor anymore..."

When Wu Mei heard his words, she knew how much agony Bi Fang was enduring. Her heart ached as she said, "Don't you want to give it a try again?"

"As a doctor, you often say to the patient, 'You have to work hard and persist!' But what are you doing now?"

"What will the patients who have been treated by you think when they see you like this?"

Bi Fang gritted his teeth and refused to answer. He clearly did not have any intention of undergoing treatment. Wu Mei thought of something and said to him, "Give me three more days. I know someone who has previously handled a Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus Fruit."

"I will do my best to find him. As long as I can get my hands on the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus Fruit, your hands will recover to their original state."

"Three days! If I don't get it in three days, all your treatment plans will go according to your plan. I will never interfere again..."

Wu Mei held up three fingers and looked at Bi Fang's wavering expression. She knew that he was looking forward to it, but he did not dare to have too much hope, because it was extremely difficult to bear when one's hopes were dashed. "Let's agree on this. Anyway, lying down for three more days is nothing to you!"

Bi Fang looked at her back as she turned to leave. Staring at the water marks on the floor, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I trust you?"

Wu Mei held the door handle and did not turn around. She simply smiled and opened the door. She replied confidently, "Of course!"

In the dead of night, the computer shone with a dark blue light. Wu Mei sat cross-legged on the chair and recalled that she had once obtained a Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus Fruit during a mission. However, she thought that it was useless at that time, so she threw it into the Ministry of Defense's Special Agent warehouse.

How can I get it out?

Wu Mei pressed her index finger against her temple as she pondered solemnly.. Her brows were knitted together, indicating how difficult and complicated this operation was.