Mu Shaoling was explaining as he prepared other tools.
When Yang Chuxia saw something similar to modern surgical knives, she couldn't help but look at Mu Shaoling with new respect, true to his reputation as a divine doctor.
For an ancient person to figure out eye surgery without any guidance was already a miracle, let alone these knives. If she hadn't known that Mu Shaoling was born and raised here, she would have suspected that he was a time traveler like herself.
Nevertheless, she couldn't help but ask, "Mu Shaoling, did you study surgery in the modern era?"
She kept her eyes fixed on Mu Shaoling as she asked, and he looked up at her in bewilderment, "What are you talking about?"
Caught off guard, Yang Chuxia cursed herself for being foolish. If Mu Shaoling had time traveled, how could he not know about narcotics?
"Nothing, I was asking what your confidence level is in curing the condition."
