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"Can this... can this be cured?"
It was apparent that the doctors here had no concept of performing such surgery.
Without pursuing the strange terminologies Gu Youyou had mentioned, Qin Changlin was overjoyed to hear that Yuancheng's condition could be treated.
This had been the boy's personal affliction; in their village, everyone knew that the Yuan family had a son who resembled an eunuch, and they had not spared their ridicule. If he could truly be healed, to then take a wife and father a healthy baby boy would be a grand way to make a point; he would show those who had jeered what for.
Qin Changlin dressed Yuancheng, covered him with a blanket, and stepped out of the room along with Gu Youyou.
Gu Youyou, holding a delicate pen, drew a diagram and listed the dimensions before handing it over to Qin Changlin, saying, "Find someone to make me a small knife like this one. There's no need to rush, but it must be made with precision."
A precisely made small knife?
