'Losing consciousness before the surgery would be extremely dangerous.'
"Father trusts you."
The pain in Xiang Minghou's abdomen was excruciating. He gritted his teeth and forced a smile, but it was a struggle just to lift his hand.
"Young Miss, here are the things you needed," Du Yi said, rushing in.
"Of you three, I need one experienced person to assist me. The rest can leave," Ye Qianning said as she went to pick up a pair of scissors and sterilize them.
"Young Miss, I have some knowledge," Luo Xuan stepped forward.
"You, then. Move the table in front of the bed and sterilize the knives with wine," Ye Qianning ordered, walking to the bedside, scissors in hand.
The cloth around Xiang Minghou's abdomen was stained a dark crimson. She cut away the surrounding fabric with the scissors and tore it off, revealing his tanned skin and the shockingly conspicuous dagger.
