He was afraid that Chen Meng'er would be at a disadvantage in the hands of Yi Jianwang.
"I've seen them." Chen Meng'er knew why her grandfather had asked this question. He must have seen Yuwen Jing's injuries.
"Girl, how confident are you?" Elder Liu asked.
"I'm fairly confident. Grandpa, I'll help remove the bullet first." Chen Meng'er had just finished speaking, when Su Jin, who had received the call earlier, came in with a set of surgical tools for Chen Meng'er.
"Little Miss, I've brought the things you asked for."
"Yes, give them to me." Chen Meng'er took the surgical tools from Su Jin's hands, then, she turned her head to look at Yuwen Jing, who was sitting on the chair, and said, "In order to protect your arm and not hurt your nerves, I can't give you anesthetic. It'll be a little painful." Chen Meng'er felt a little heartache.
"It's alright. You can do it. I can withstand this pain."
