She couldn't imagine how it would feel to have that man's hand touch her face, let alone imagine that the knife that had just cut open the weasel's belly was the scalpel meant for her surgery. Could this person be a doctor? Could he really cure her face? With every second she lingered, hope drained from her heart. Xiao Qing had already thought about the future, deciding to settle down in the Green Dragon Sect and live the rest of her life peacefully.
The doddering old man seemed oblivious to their arrival, continuing to focus intently on his work. The scalpel swiftly maneuvered inside the weasel's belly, extracting a small black lump. Grabbing a large pin from a box nearby, he pulled a thread from his grimy clothes and began stitching the weasel's belly.
