Hui Yue lay on the bed, preparing to undergo the marrow replacement surgery. She had researched it, and just the thought of it made her grip the sheets in fear.
Aunt Pei Wen held the Silver Cloud Knife and began the surgery. Even though Aunt Pei Wen had given them anesthetics before the surgery started, Hui Yue could still feel the intense, sharp pain.
The blade cut through her body, and the spicy, burning pain slowly spread from her back. Her body felt as if it were penetrated and pierced by countless fine silver needles, with her bones being slowly pulled out and crushed from her flesh.
Hui Yue, sensitive to pain since childhood, felt as if she had fallen into an abyss where death was preferable to life. Her face was as pale as paper, large beads of sweat densely covered her smooth forehead, sliding down her cheeks onto her collar. She wanted to moan from the pain, but feared waking Yu Bai, so she bit her lip fiercely, drawing blood from her beautiful cherry lips.