"Cardiopulmonary resuscitation??" The doctor froze for a second, then looked up at Tang Yuran again, carefully taking a piece of cotton from a canister, disinfecting it, and wiping it around the wound on Tang Yuran's shoulder. "It will hurt a bit, young lady. Please bear with it."
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Tang Yuran felt a piercing pain on her shoulder. Her tears, which had already stopped, disobeyed and streamed down once more.
"Alright, I'm going to remove the knife now." After disinfecting Tang Yuran's wound, the doctor tossed the bloodied cotton into the trash bin, then looked up at the young nurse standing behind Tang Yuran and gestured with his eyes for her to hold Tang Yuran down.
"Wait..." Tang Yuran looked at the doctor through tearful eyes, opened her mouth, and sharply inhaled. "Aren't you going to administer anesthesia??"
