Yu Yanshen's face was pale, but his thin lips were a crimson red.
His gaze swept coldly over his shoulder, "Is it you who endures, or me?"
It had only been five minutes, yet the doctor had mentioned anesthesia countless times.
The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up to find that the broad shoulders of the man in front of him were also dotted with beads of perspiration.
So he silently closed his mouth and continued his work with somewhat shaky hands.
Twenty minutes later, he let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.
