Shui Lingyue handed the scissors back to Leng Ping'er, and gently groped Meng Xingyu's chest with both hands. Without touching it, Meng Xingyu's skin jumped. In a short time, Meng Xingyu was covered in cold sweat.

Leng Ping'er stood aside, grabbed the ground with her toes, and bit her mouth and lips tightly, trying her best to resist the words she wanted to question.

Finally, Shui Lingyue finished touching it, took the intravenous injection needle at her hand, grabbed Meng Xingyu's hand, applied some iodine on her wrist, found the venous blood vessel, and then carefully stabbed the needle into his blood vessel.

Shui Lingyue turned on the drop switch, then fixed the needle to Meng Xingyu's wrist with medical tape, and then let go of his hand.

Shui Lingyue first disinfected him with medical alcohol, then picked up the bright scalpel in her hand, and pressed it on the skin on Meng Xingyu's arm with the knife. While pressing, she asked, "Does it hurt?"

Meng Xingyu looked at Shui Lingyue and shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Shui Lingyue cursed softly: "Follower!" and then said seriously: "Don't move your head! Just move your mouth!"

Meng Xingyu was stunned. He was about to nod, but remembered that he shouldn't have it, so he replied: "Okay, old woman, it doesn't hurt at all." Meng Xingyu's voice was slightly dumb in his gentle voice. At this moment, even though Shuishing Yue was holding a scalpel in his hand, he knew that the knife was cut by him, but he did not have a trace of timidity or worry in his heart, but instead felt a sense of unspeakable happiness.

Shui Lingyue knew that he was deliberately lying to him and that the anesthetics had been lost, but it was impossible for him to take effect so quickly.

He simply ignored him and took advantage of the time that he had time. Shui Lingyue looked up at Leng Ping'er and said, "No matter what he sees, you are not allowed to make a fuss!"

Leng Ping'er nodded quickly, subconsciously pulled the mask on her face and asked, "Mom, do you have to wear this? I feel so bored."

Shui Lingyue's face was very serious and said, "No matter how boring you are, you have to wear it. I will open the old man's place later." As he said, Shui Lingyue pointed to the raised bone and said, "Click the bone back to its original position and the human skin is cut open, which is easy to get infected with bacteria. There are countless bacteria in our mouths, so in order to prevent infection, you must wear a mask."

Leng Ping'er heard that it was to protect Meng Xingyu, so she nodded quickly and said, "I understand."

Shui Lingyue glanced at her lightly and said, "In the operating room, don't have so many unnecessary movements. If you have anything to say, what should you do if you shook your head around like this and sweat dripped into the wound?"

Leng Ping'er was stunned for a moment, nodding, shook her head, and finally she had to say: "Okay, I understand."

Shui Lingyue said again: "Of course, there is another advantage in wearing a mask, which is to protect ourselves."

Shui Lingyue paused and said, "If we were facing an infectious patient, there were viruses everywhere on his body. If we didn't wear masks, we would be easily infected."

Leng Ping'er suddenly realized and said, "So that's it."

Shui Lingyue calculated the time, and the anesthetic should work. Looking at Meng Xingyu, his eyes had closed gently.

Shui Lingyue shouted tentatively: "Old man!"

No one agreed, Shui Lingyue knew that the anesthetic had taken effect.

Shui Lingyue stopped talking, picked up the scalpel with her right hand and pressed the skin on Meng Xingyu's chest left and right. With a swish, the scalpel cut open the skin on his chest, and immediately donated blood gushed out from his chest.
Chapter completed!