From Sidekick to Bigshot Chapter 2: You Only Know To Protect Yiling

Upon hearing those remarks, Wen Nuan paused briefly before responding, “That’s wonderful. It’s a relief that you’ve eaten. As you regain your strength, your hands will surely heal. Put your mind at ease; your father has already been in touch with a top-tier surgeon for you.”

Wen Nuan was well-acquainted with Mo Shiyun, the daughter of the Jian family’s long-term servant, Aunt Mo.

Aunt Mo had a truly sorrowful history; having lost her husband, she was forced to raise her child single-handedly. Out of compassion, she had requested permission to bring her daughter along while she worked for the Jian family.

Wen Nuan had immediately agreed to the arrangement. Aunt Mo was exceptionally hardworking, and adding one child to the household was merely an extra mouth to feed. Since food was never a concern for the prosperous Jian family, the cost was negligible.

Mo Shiyun and Jian Yunnao, being near the same age, had developed a close friendship.

While this current conflict between Jian Yunnao and Jian Yiling was rooted in Mo Shiyun, Wen Nuan understood that she couldn't fault the girl. It was her own daughter who had been acting petty, and regardless of how much her brother doted on her, it was only natural for him to have other friends.

Jian Yunnao suddenly interjected, his voice heavy and hollow, “Don’t try to deceive me. The nerves in my hands have been severed, and there’s no way for them to heal. I will never play music again! I’m nothing more than a cripple now!”

“Don’t say such things... Yunnao... I know how much you are suffering... It’s all my fault...” Wen Nuan sobbed as she begged for her son’s forgiveness.

“Why are you apologizing? Why don’t you make her come here and apologize to me instead?! She should sacrifice one of her own hands as compensation! Then I won’t hold any more grudges against her!”

“Yunnao, she is your younger sister... She is still just a child, and I... I...” Wen Nuan was completely at a loss.

Witnessing his wife weeping in silence, Jian Shuxing quickly intervened, “Yunnao, stop tormenting your mother!”

“Yes, I am tormenting her! I’m the one putting pressure on her. All of you only care about protecting Yiling! She is the only child that matters to you, while I am nothing!” Jian Yunnao bellowed in a fit of rage. Normally, he wouldn't mind if his sister was treated with extra favor, but after losing the use of his hands, his composure had completely shattered.

Jian Yuncheng cut in before the argument could escalate further. “Yunnao, though mother and father may be at fault, expecting them to break Yiling’s hands is simply not a practical solution. You need to regain your composure. Everyone is searching for a way to restore your hands, and Yiling will certainly face the consequences of her actions. Brother guarantees it.”

Jian Yuncheng’s calm demeanor had a soothing effect on Jian Yunnao. He still deferred to his elder brother, and deep down, he understood that mangling his sister’s hands wouldn't magically fix his own.

Even if his sister were to be maimed, his own hands were unlikely to recover.

Standing at the entrance of the ward, Jian Yiling observed the scene, her gaze fixed on the injured hands suspended by the rig.

The surgical implements pinned into his flesh were clearly visible.

At a single glance, Jian Yiling knew that the damage to his nerves was severe. If he ever hoped for full recovery, he would require complex nerve-repair surgery.

It was an incredibly difficult procedure, and few surgeons in the country possessed the expertise to perform it.

Otherwise, given the vast resources of the Jian family, the surgery would have been scheduled long ago.

In the original timeline, Jian Yunnao’s hands never fully regained their function, effectively ending his career as a pianist. This pushed him into a state of deep depression, casting a dark cloud over his entire existence.

Since his parents remained focused on Jian Yiling, the bond between Jian Yunnao and his family deteriorated significantly.

In his bleak, isolated world, the heroine Mo Shiyun became his sole beacon of hope.

Jian Yiling looked down at her own hands. She possessed the skill set for this surgery; she had the necessary technology and the experience from countless past procedures.

While her research at the institute primarily focused on pharmacology, she had also achieved significant recognition for her groundbreaking surgical techniques.

At one point, her surgical expertise was so highly valued that the institute even auctioned off the chance to have her operate.

However, the hands she inhabited now lacked the refinement for such delicate work. She needed the precise equipment and extensive physical training to ensure her hands remained steady.

It would require a long period of rigorous rehabilitation.