"No need." Jun Wu Xie shook her head. She was highly adverse to using anesthetics as the helpless feeling of being unable to control your own body made her think of the past, when she was under the control of that demonic devil, and was unable to break free.
Mu Chen confirmed it a few times with Jun Wu Xie, whom had though said it was not good to use it, but the pain from stitching one's wound was not something anyone could tolerate.
Jun Wu Yao walked over to go to the side of the bed and sat down beside Jun Wu Xie. Wrapping his arms around her, he then held her her tiny hand. Smiling slightly, he raised his head and said to Mu Chen: "You can start."
Jun Wu Xie only felt an incessant warm surge of power coming from Jun Wu Yao's palm to spread through her, and it seemed that the pain she was feeling on her body lessened by quite a bit.
