Meng Tao's Spring

Meng Tao was completely speechless. "Anesthetic really doesn't work on you?"

If anesthetic truly had no effect on him, then if he ever got sick and needed surgery in the future, wouldn't that be torture?

Lin Yuan understood Meng Tao's concern, but he couldn't tell him that he never got sick, so he could only say:

"Probably. Maybe a dose strong enough to knock out a tiger would have some effect."

"That's good. Otherwise, I'd really worry about your future." Meng Tao nodded. "How are you now? Is there anything you need me to do?"

Lin Yuan shook his head. "Doctor Duby has already done a great job. I just need to rest and recover for a while."

At that moment, Lin Yuan was still receiving an IV drip of glucose and electrolytes, both of which were quite helpful to him. Antibiotics, on the other hand, were unnecessary. His wounds wouldn't get infected.

On top of that, the debridement had removed the necrotic tissue, allowing his self-healing ability to work more efficiently. Lin Yuan estimated that he would fully recover in around ten days.

Hearing that, Meng Tao said with lingering fear, "You're seriously tough. Doctor Duby used so many brutal instruments just now. I can't imagine how you endured all that without anesthetic."

"I had no choice but to endure it. If he'd found out halfway through the debridement that anesthetic didn't work on me, he probably would've gotten so nervous his hands would shake." Lin Yuan sounded helpless.

With his physique, no amount of anesthetic could work on him. It was something medicine simply couldn't explain, so he could only grit his teeth and bear it.

This had been the most painful experience since Lin Yuan entered the industry. He had been injured while filming before, but never