Bai Guyue, in doctor mode, was so focused that she had already shut out every external factor.
No matter what the scene or sounds outside the surgical isolation barrier were like.
No matter how dire Mu Fan's internal condition was.
The scalpel in her hand always cut precisely through skin and fat.
Not a fraction too much, not a fraction too little.
However...
It was precisely this silence that made her eyes redden slightly.
Usually, if she accidentally cut herself on something sharp, the pain would bring tears to her eyes.
And now, as she operated on Mu Fan, she naturally knew how agonizing it was to insert cold instruments into an incision and work inside it.
Yet...
The body before her did not so much as tremble once.
She did not even dare look at Mu Fan's terrifyingly cold eyes.
Simply undergoing surgery without anesthesia...
She had never encountered that before.
He did not even need the high-grade anesthetic that an herbalist could use to temporarily suppress all sensation.
The reason was merely to keep his mind clear for what came later.
What kind of situation would make you choose something like this...
Bai Guyue unconsciously bit down hard on her red lips, but her hands became even more precise and swift.
I will help you. I will, no matter what.
The girl's gaze grew increasingly resolute!
Every time she brought two fingers together and swept them over an incision, a puff of white vapor rose.
The people outside could not hear the sizzling sound.
But the more that was so, the more they could sense the shocking pain within when they saw the black medicinal paste boiling in the wounds.
Howard's team of doctors was now watching Bai Guyue's dazzlingly precise technique with rapt fascination.
"This is the