Gu Jiaojiao said softly, "Mr. Xiao, I'll be administering a local anesthetic. This will allow you to remain conscious and aware during the procedure."
Local anesthesia was unheard of in this era, but she had some in her space. The patient's strong will also gave her a measure of confidence.
"Alright." Xiao Yue didn't know what "local anesthetic" was, but he could parse the meaning from the words themselves.
Gu Jiaojiao inserted silver needles to protect his heart one more time, fed him a homemade pill, and administered the anesthetic.
The anesthetic needed about ten minutes to take effect, so Dean Rong spoke with sincerity.
"Little Divine Doctor, if this surgery is successful, I insist on giving you a grand gift."
Dean Rong had been sponsored by the Xiao Family, and he was thanking Gu Jiaojiao as if he were one of them.
"My senior has no interest in your gifts. We'll give her anything she wants."
