It was almost eight-thirty in the evening. Yan Feifan, Yu Suye, and Zhou Xian waved goodbye to each other in front of Xinfeng Restaurant.
After seeing Zhou Xian get into a taxi, Yu Suye couldn't help but ask, "Feifan, can he really succeed?"
Yan Feifan said thoughtfully, "At his age, he doesn't lack the skills, knowledge, or experience. What he's missing is the courage to drop everything and just charge forward."
"Besides, it's not like he's just recklessly jumping into it. He still has to practice on pig hearts, work on cadavers, and swallow his pride to ask others for guidance."
"If he can truly let go of his burdens and focus on the task, his chances of success are at least ninety percent."
Yu Suye couldn't help but smile. "If he succeeds, then I'll have to congratulate you on gaining a brilliant disciple."
Yan Feifan shot her a look and huffed, "It was just a joke. You actually took it seriously?"
