It Will Be Better

Once she lay on the operation table, He Xiufang raised her head and asked Ling Ran, "Doctor Ling, are you the one responsible for performing the surgery on me?"

Ling Ran had his hands placed together while he read the MRI scan for the umpteenth time. He nodded but remembered that He Xiufang could not see him. Then, he said, "I'm the chief surgeon. Academician Zhu Tongyi will be guiding the surgery."

"When you perform the surgery, could you give me a smaller wound?" He Xiufang lowered her voice a little and said, "I'll try to lose weight after I retire and will definitely be more good-looking than I am now. I don't want to have a scar behind my calf."

"The wound can't be small," Ling Ran replied very stiffly. He then said, "You can get a tattoo when that happens..."

"I can't have a tattoo. In our hometown, it'll be even harder for those with tattoos to get married than those who have to be remarried." He Xiufang raised her voice.