Here's a friendly reminder: unless you're absolutely certain you're Superman, never believe the nonsense spouted by some quack who shows up carrying a power drill, air hammer, and circular saw, claiming he wants to perform brain surgery on you. Of course, in theory, a quack like that would probably get beaten to death the moment he stepped outside, so he'd never survive long enough to find you as a customer.
Anyway, Lily felt that the Landlord beside her was definitely not a good doctor. In fact, he shouldn't have anything to do with the word "doctor" at all. Rather than "treatment," what was happening before her looked more like one machine repairing another machine. Just look at those sparks flying everywhere—you could tell this had absolutely nothing to do with medicine. As a veteran veterinarian, Lily considered herself a medical professional of sorts, so she decided never to discuss healing the sick and saving the dying with Hao Ren again...
She couldn't even mention saving dogs.
"This is actually a very precise, safe, and scientific process," the Data Terminal continued explaining from the side. "The hibernation pod provides powerful anesthesia and life-support functions. Even with the pod open, those functions remain available. The Autonomous Mechanical Unit can operate with microscopic precision, while Hesperis's physical strength allows her to easily withstand surgery of this degree. Therefore, the entire process is safe and controllable. The reason you feel that something is off is mainly because the Storm Giant bloodline has given this patient an excessively sturdy skeleton. You should be grateful for that skeleton. It kept her from being shot through the head by a Demon Hunter's crossbow back then. We're now moving on to the next stage: using a small-scale directional explosion to remove the necrotic tissue... Huh? Why aren't any