Zhu Zhu didn't expect Lu Li to be so sensitive, and looked away unnaturally.

Lu Li is someone who can see through other people's thoughts at a glance. Such people are really scary.

Zhu Zhu didn't want to give Lu Li another chance to see through her thoughts, so she stopped chatting with Lu Li.

He lowered his head and focused all his attention on the cup in his hand.

Lu Li didn't seem to have any plans to entertain Zhu Zhu, so he took out his cell phone and started browsing casually.

On the way here, Zhu Zhu was afraid that Qian Liwen would come to her house after seeing her with the medical records when he returned to the office. So Zhu Zhu turned off her phone. So now she had nothing to do to pass the time and could only wait quietly for Zhang Sen to finish reading the medical records in his hand.

For a moment, the apartment was as quiet as if no one was inside. The three of them were minding their own business, ignoring each other.

Finally, Zhang Sen spent a long time carefully reading the medical records in his hand, and looked up at Zhu Zhu.

This was the first time Zhang Sen looked directly at Zhu Zhu since she entered the house, which made Zhu Zhu feel a little uncomfortable.

"Has the blood clot in your brain affected your memory?" Zhang Sen asked. "How long has this been going on?"

"I lost my memory after waking up from the car accident. I can't remember anything that happened before."

"Can't you remember everything, or do you occasionally remember some fragments?" Zhang Sen asked.

"Except for the last time I had dinner with Lu Li, I remembered something..." Zhu Zhu looked up at Lu Li beside her. Seeing that he didn't care about what Zhu Zhu and Zhang Sen were talking about, she continued, "I haven't remembered anything since then."

After hearing Zhu Zhu's words, Zhang Sen was silent for a while.

He picked up the medical record and flipped through it again, as if he was looking for something.

After Zhang Sen turned to the page he was looking for, he spoke again.

"The blood clot is showing some signs of disappearing, but they're not very obvious," Zhang Sen said. "If we don't perform a craniotomy, I'm afraid the blood clot won't disappear."

"I heard you've made great contributions to neurology." Zhu Zhu was a little anxious when she heard she was going to have surgery. "Can you help me think of a conservative treatment?"

"Conservative treatment?" Zhang Sen gave Zhu Zhu a strange look. "People in this world are really strange. They want to get well but don't want to take any risks. How can it be so easy?"

"Conservative treatment for your condition is impossible," Zhang Sen said coldly. "If you're afraid of risks, just wait for death. You still have about ten years to live anyway, so enjoy life to the fullest during these ten years. Eat when you should, drink when you should, and don't leave any regrets."

Zhu Zhu didn't expect Zhang Sen to speak so directly and harshly. She didn't know how to respond, and the situation was very awkward.

Zhang Sen couldn't help but become impatient when he saw Zhu Zhu didn't say anything.

"Are you going to do it or not? Just tell me straight up," Zhang Sen said. "If it weren't for Lu Li, I would never fly to the capital to treat you rich ladies."

"How high is the probability of success of the operation?" Zhu Zhu looked at Zhang Sen steadily. "At least you have to tell me this."

"If someone else were to do it, the success rate would probably be 40%," Zhang Sen said. "But if I were to do it, I can guarantee a 60% success rate."

"What about the sequelae?" Zhu Zhu asked, "Will there be any sequelae?"

"This depends on the surgery and your subsequent recovery," Zhang Sen said. "Any surgery has risks, so you'd better think carefully before answering me."