"Ninth Master, don't be nervous. It'll hurt very much next. Although you're not afraid of pain, your body will have a conditioned reflex. I'm afraid that your reaction will be too big and open up the wound." The Healer shook his wrist and a scalpel appeared in his hand.
Xie Jiuhan frowned and slowly lowered his hands. He knew his body well. There were already a few wounds on his back that had abscesses. If he didn't undergo surgery, it would quickly cause infection.
While he was in a daze, the scalpel pierced into his flesh. There was no anesthetic, and intense pain rushed into his mind. The muscles on Xie Jiuhan's face trembled slightly, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
The Healer's knife techniques were precise and skilled. He could clean up a torn wound with a few strikes and minimize the number of cuts on Xie Jiuhan's flesh and skin to reduce his pain.
