Zuo Qing was slightly stunned, but soon said relieved: "Mr. Xiao, I'm going to tell you, if my father hadn't been insisting on it, I would have thought about it."

"So, I'm not afraid of death, so why are I afraid of a surgery?"

"If this surgery can help me get rid of the torture of illness, then I'm willing to try it regardless of success or failure."

"good!"

Xiao Tianmo nodded with satisfaction, "Since Young Master Zuo is not afraid, then I'm relieved."

"Actually, I said something like this just now. Although I won't give you anesthetics before the operation, I will use silver needles to do some special treatments during the operation to relieve your pain."

Hearing Xiao Tianmo's words, Zuo Qing smiled, "I didn't expect that Mr. Xiao is still a joke-loving person."

"Don't worry, in the past few months, I have been fighting against death every day, this time."

"Well, that's good that you can think of it."

Xiao Tianmo nodded, pinched the silver needles, and pierced them into his body one by one.

After the silver needle began to have analgesic effects, Xiao Tianmo picked up the scalpel and cut a hole in Zuo Qing's lower abdomen.

Although there is the tremor of silver needles around it, which has a partial paralysis effect, this physical analgesia is far from comparable to the effect of the drug.

And Zuo Qing's brain has been kept awake.

Not only could he feel the severe pain from his lower abdomen, he could even clearly hear the sound of Xiao Tianmo cutting his stomach.

This feeling of torment is not something that ordinary people can bear.

"Young Master Zuo, you can call it out, so that it will make you feel better."

Xiao Tianmo said.

"Well, I'm fine, I can still bear it."

Zuo Qing was already sweating profusely in pain, but he gritted his teeth and was unwilling to shout it out.

"I think if Young Master Zuo hadn't suffered this serious illness, he would have become a person who could be named in Hangzhou."

Xiao Tianmo said.

Although the Zuo family and his son lived in this inconspicuous farmyard, he could only ask Xue She, the chairman of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, to see Zuo Qing often, and Xiao Tianmo could infer that Zuo Mingyuanjue was very human.

With the foundation laid by Zuo Mingyuan, as his son, Zuo Qing, as long as he is willing to endure hardships and is resilient, it is not difficult to have a place in Hangzhou.

"Mr. Xiao has been too rewarded. Actually, I was so indifferent to life and death because of this serious illness. Looking back now, I used to be self-pretentious, but in fact I did nothing."

Xiao Tianmo didn't expect that Zuo Qing would talk to him about the past in severe pain.

But this is also good, it can help Zuo Qing divert some attention.

"It's not worth your suffering if you have such enlightenment."

"Okay, in the next time, I will find out the lesion of the small intestine for you. You must stay awake and tell me how you feel."

Xiao Tianmo said.

"Okay, Mr. Xiao."

Zuo Qing agreed.

"Tell me how you were so pretentious in the past, right?"

Xiao Tianmo asked while putting his fingers wearing medical gloves into Zuo Qing's lower abdomen.

He felt that if he didn't say anything, the next time would be too painful for Zuo Qing.

It’s better to talk about something like you did just now and divert your attention.

Of course, this tests his strength even more.

You must not only concentrate and find the diseased small intestine as quickly as possible, but also start a topic and chat with Zuo Qing to divert the other party's attention.

Sure enough, when Zuo Qing heard his question, he fell into memories.

"In the past, I felt that I was a good-born child and had a good appearance, and I was simply the pride of heaven."

"After the age of eighteen, I have been lingering in the fireworks and willow alleys, and are addicted to the gentle land of all kinds of women."
Chapter completed!