Ye Mansion, Wen Garden.
"Master, apart from acupuncture, heat therapy, and external pain-relieving ointments, is there a better way to treat Old Madam Ye's leg? What should we do next?"
Mo Canglan held a bowl of thick, dark pain-relieving ointment, standing at a corner of the porch under the eaves, looking forward with expectation at his little master.
Lin Qingluo pondered with a furrowed brow: "I am considering trying a new anesthesia method, without needing full-body anesthesia, just making the right leg numb."
"Local anesthesia? Can it really be done?"
Mo Canglan got inexplicably excited, put down the ointment subconsciously, and took out a small notebook to record this idea.
"It's not certain yet."
Lin Qingluo's eyebrows were slightly furrowed: "We need to catch a few rats for experiments."
"I'll catch them."
Mo Canglan volunteered, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to catch some rats right away.
"Can you catch rats?"
