Hearing the other party's voice, Daya's heart inexplicably settled a bit, "Doctor Peng?"
Peng Dong was not wearing glasses, and his unobstructed eyes were very deep.
Peng Dong's expression was not visible, but those eyes were very gentle.
Such a gaze, like a remedy, could soothe the heart.
"Mhm," Peng Dong responded, his voice low and imbued with gentleness, "Just relax now, I'll anesthetize you in a bit, and it'll be like you've just slept. When you wake up, the surgery will have been completed."
"Will I wake up from the pain while asleep?" Daya asked.
"You won't," Peng Dong said with a smile; his laughter was very light and slow.
The sound of Peng Dong's laughter, like a potion, suddenly made Daya feel secure.
Daya looked directly into Peng Dong's eyes, "Doctor Peng, are you the one performing my surgery?"
Peng Dong nodded, his tender eyes holding a hint of a smile, "Yes, you don't need to worry, I won't let anything happen to you."
Daya felt even more reassured.
