Dusty Yang said indifferently, "How could there be no pain? The poisonous sore is closely connected to your nerves. Now your nerves are deformed and have merged with it, which is why it is so stubborn and why so many doctors couldn't cure it!"
"To deal with severe cases, one must resort to drastic measures. You must endure it, for if you can't, all previous efforts will be in vain."
King Jin Cheng quickly nodded, "Daoist priest, please proceed! As long as the sore can be thoroughly cleansed, I can bear any amount of pain. Better a short-lived agony than a long-drawn one."
Then, another series of piercing, miserable screams echoed!
Later, unable to bear it any longer, he quickly asked Wen Guantian to bring him a towel to stuff into his mouth, and he nearly bit it to pieces.
Unable to endure any further, he yelled, "Give me... anesthesia!!"
He slapped his own face, causing it to crackle with sound.
