At the same time, Fengjiu silently looked away, thinking in her mind: Don't look at anything inappropriate.
She had no interest in looking at the naked body of a strange man, because in her opinion, no man could compare to Xuanyuan Moze's sexy and strong figure.
Thinking of someone, she couldn't help but think of some distorted images in her mind, which made her dazed for a moment, until the old man's voice came.
"Little brother? Come here quickly, what are you still standing there for?"
"Oh, here I come." Fengjiu came back to her senses and hurriedly walked outside.
Seeing that the masked man had covered himself with the cloth again and was lying there, she walked up to the old man and asked, "Are we going to start?"
"Well, we can't wait any longer. Come, let me tell you." The old man said, and told Fengjiu when and how to give the needle, as well as what to do in case of an accident.
At the end, the old man said: "There can't be any mistakes when inserting the needle. If you make a mistake and his life is lost, even I can't save you."
"Yes, I know. I will be careful." She nodded in response. Seeing that the old man's forehead was sweating before he even started, he seemed a little nervous, and even his hands were shaking slightly, she couldn't help but be startled and asked, "Senior, are you okay?"
Can he perform surgery like this? This is a treatment operation close to the heart. If you are not careful, it can ruin a life. How can he perform surgery when he is shaking like this
"Just, just a little nervous." The old man said truthfully, wiped the sweat off his face, and said to someone beside him: "Go and pour me a cup of hot tea, I'll drink it to relax."
A person next to him left in response, and the old man sat down next to him. Looking at the person lying in front of him, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
At this time, an old man walked out from the darkness, staring at the old man with sweat on his forehead with a frown, and asked in a serious voice: "Are you not sure? Can the young master wake up if you use the knife like this?"
"I can't guarantee that I can save him with surgery, but if I don't, he will definitely not survive today." The old man sighed and said, "The heat poison is about to attack his heart. If it is not relieved, he will definitely die."
Hearing this, the old man who came out looked solemn, but he did not speak again. Instead, he stared at Feng Jiu who was standing beside him and said, "Let this boy give the young master an acupuncture. If something unexpected happens..."
"I've already told him that there shouldn't be any problem with his needlework."
After taking a sip of the hot tea brought by the guard and easing the tension in his heart, the old man glanced at Feng Jiu and then said to the man, "And there is no better way right now, right?"
The old man pursed his lips and said nothing. Yes, there is really no way out at the moment. It is too late for the young master to go back in this condition, and the wound...
He glanced at the wound and frowned: "We must save the young master!"
After drinking the tea, the old man calmed down and came to the front to clean his hands again. Looking at the various sharp knives that were about to be used, he couldn't help but get nervous again, hesitating which knife to take.
Feng Jiu, who was watching from the side, could not help but frown. Seeing that he did not move for a long time, she tried to suggest: "Senior, if you can't do it, let me do it!"