517 Extra: Edwin's Probe

If your hands couldn’t recover, you didn’t need to come again.

Her wound was so deep that it was impossible to be as intact as before. A scar ran across the palm of the hand, which could affect the sensitivity of the fingers to some extent. Even if she couldn’t do some complicated operations, but it was enough to be Edwin's assistant.

George felt worthless for her, "Sunday, if you leave, I will leave with you. There is nothing wrong to love someone."

Sunday laughed. "I won't go. I won’t leave even he drives me."

George said, "But your hand?"

Sunday laughed: "I know he is good for me. George, you don't need to feel worthless for me. Just because of this, Edwin is more worthy to be loved by me. Most people in this world want others to sacrifice for themselves, but Edwin unlike them, he is most afraid of others sacrificing for him."

"That's because he's afraid to bear, he's afraid to take responsibility." George was angry.

"Then do you think you can take the entrust of people’s lives for granted?"

"I can." George looked up at her, his eyes flickered, and soon calmed down. "Sunday, if someone dies for me like you. I can bear it, I will bear it. I will give up my life."

His eyes were so hot, and his tone was so sincere, Sunday smiled at his childish sunny face, "You will meet that person."

She declined it politely.

George did not give up, "What if that person is me? What if the person in danger today is me?"

Sunday’s smile was very mild, as if an elder was looking at a very young child with tolerance and kindness in her eyes, but her words were so cold: “No, George. There are only four people who can let me give up my lives, and you are not among them."

"Are your family and Edwin?"

Sunday smiled, "That's higher than the family."

Her life was used to serve the merpeople royal family. Except for the royal family’s difficulties, she couldn’t easily give up her life. And Edwin’s forgiveness was given to her by the Queen, and by Charles.

Because Edwin’s life was too bitter, the royal family was trying their best to make up for him.

But she didn’t need to explain such relationship to George, because he didn't understand and didn't need to.

George only thought she rejected him, watching her seriously and saying, "I'll let you see my existence."

Sunday looked at him and said, "You will have a very good future. You are impulsive now, I understand. Maybe you think I am also impulsive. Actually, I am not. I am not impulsive. I have thought about it for many years before coming here. I have also considered many issues, just like she knew she would be rejected by him."

"Sunday, emotion is like this. You are inside, so you don't know it. I and you are in the same situation now." George was not just an ordinary child. He came from the world's top universities and had a very high IQ that couldn’t be easily convinced by Sunday.

Sunday looked at him with sorry, "I'm much older than you."

"You meant you faked your resume?" George opened his eyes wide. "You are the same age as me according to your resume."

Sunday was a little embarrassed: "My friend helped me change my age when she applied the job for me."

"So how old are you indeed?"

"Thirty ... More than thirty." Sunday estimated Edwin's age. She couldn't be too old, therefore Edwin would not like her even more.

George was in pain: "You even tell me the truth because you want to refuse me. Don't you be afraid that I will expose you?"

Sunday shook her head. "I am not afraid."

She was not particularly afraid of this. She hadn’t faked anything except her age.

The door opened, and Edwin's soft but indifferent voice came from the door, "Sunday, come with me."

Sunday was suddenly happy, all the weakness and pain disappeared in an instant. She jumped behind Edwin, walked through the corridors of the hospital, and walked through the stairs one by one, under the attention of all the doctors and nurses passing by, following Edwin to the rooftop.

"Master Beck!" Sunday called him cheerfully.

Edwin turned to look at her. "Few people call me that? When did you meet me?"

"Three years ago." Sunday told him seriously, without concealing.

"Where have we met?" Edwin's white coat was blown by the wind, making him always gentleness with a layer of wildness.

"No, no." Sunday waved his hands quickly. "I only heard people talk about your medical skills."

"Which direction?" Edwin's eyes narrowed, which made people couldn’t see the real feeling in his eyes.

She called him Master Beck, and he knew his medical skills three years ago ... except for those people around Bella, it was those in the laboratory.

When Sunday talked about him, her spirits rose up: "His every medical skill is very good, all of which I yearn for."

Edwin looked at her, smiled, and covered the murderous feeling without any traces. "Tell me which case you like best. I can explain it in detail for you, as a gift for you to be my assistant for several days."

Sunday knew that he did not believe that her hands could be restored to the original level. It seemed that the explanation of this surgical case was the last memory before parting.

Sunday smiled proudly, "If I tell you, will you really tell me?"

Just making him think she would not recover first.

"Yeah!" Edwin nodded.

It was a matter of medicine, Sunday took it seriously, "How do you remove a part of the memory segment in the hippocampus?”

Edwin lowered his eyes and concealed his murderous sight in his eyes, chuckling, "So you want to know this."

Edwin's hand had been in the pocket of the white coat, and the palm of his hand had been holding the handle of a scalpel.

"Well, I have been wondering since I heard about this operation," Sunday said. "Then I went through all your medical records and did not find this operation."

Edwin walked to the railings on the edge of the rooftop, Sunday followed, and said, "If you don't want to say, it doesn't matter. After all, my hands will be fine in two days. It won't be affected."

Edwin looked at the dense traffic downstairs and said indifferently, "The theory of this operation is pretty simple. The most important thing is the process of the operation. You must see it clearly ..."

Edwin spoke, stepping back, the scalpel in his pocket moved slowly. He asked softly, "Did the person who told you about me tell you whom I did this operation for?"

Sunday turned to look at him with joy, "It's the Queen..." After seeing Edwin's surprised expression, she stepped back a bit awkwardly, "I said, it could, must be ... obvious that you did it for your sister."

Queen? Edwin breathed a sigh of relief, she was Charles’ people. He put the scalpel back in his pocket, pulled out his hand, and said indifferently, "Fine, since your hands will be fine, I don't need to talk about the case to you."

Charles’ people were certainly not afraid of that kind of injury.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard a scream, and a gust of wind was behind him.

He turned his head sharply, and saw Sunday's body leaning back.