After his knees were slashed open, the blood accumulated inside instantly flowed out. The yellowish coagulated blood and pus looked horrifying.
Xia Muqing repeated the movement of extracting the pus with a solemn expression. The pus had already corroded the bones and muscles around his knees. The treatment of his injury had been delayed for too long.
After cleaning up the pus and blood, Xia Muqing looked up at the young man's pale face and said, "I'm about to begin."
At first, Jiang Yifan didn't understand. But after she cut off the rotten flesh, he couldn't help but groan, and cold sweat instantly covered his face.
He quickly took the blanket from the bed and bit it to prevent himself from making a sound.
He didn't want the people at the door to hear him.
The longer the surgery dragged on, the more painful it would be. Xia Muqing could only force herself to increase the speed of her movements, accurately removing the rotten muscles.
