"Don't be afraid," the man lowered his head, his large hand gripping her unconsciously clenched right hand, whispering gently in her ear, "It won't hurt much, just relax."
"Let... let go... of me... it hurts so much..." Under the stimulation of pain, Tong Ran's consciousness was gradually returning. She heard someone speaking softly by her ear. Don't be afraid?
...
"Be good, don't be afraid, it's not a ghost."
...
The words Mo Nanjue had said suddenly invaded her mind.
Was it Mo Nanjue?
No, it couldn't be him... How could he possibly be speaking to her so gently?
Who could it be...
She was in a state of extreme chaos and confusion when suddenly, the doctor accurately stabbed the surgical forceps into her flesh!
"Ah—" Tong Ran jolted, her body trembling as if electrified, the pain too intense. She opened her small mouth wide and then was about to bite down!
At the moment her teeth were about to clench, she did not feel the anticipated pain but bit into a robust arm instead.
