"These things are going to be used on you, are you afraid?" He Jiayi looks at Shen Zhiyu and asks.

Shen Zhiyu bent his lips: "I know you want to scare me off. I also said that no matter how painful the process is, I will not be afraid."

"You are so... Stubborn to the end!" He Jiayi heavily put the iron plate aside and handed Shen Zhiyu the surgical suit: "put it on, and then lie on the operating table. As you wish, start right away."

Shen Zhiyu took the operating suit, changed it, and then lay on the operating table. Then, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and the assistant doctor and several nurses came in.

With a click, the operation light on the top of the head lights up. Shen Zhiyu's eyes are sore. He Jiayi stands beside the operating table and picks up an abnormally thick needle.

"This is the anesthetic needle that's going to stick into your spine, and then this one."

He Jiayi took out a tube full of arm length. The front part was so sharp that it seemed that even bones could be easily punctured. People would feel frightened when they saw it.

"After anesthesia, it will be used to stab into the bone in your body and suck out the bone marrow."

Shen Zhiyu didn't speak. He closed his eyes slowly, as if the fish on the chopping board were still being slaughtered.

Looking at his fearless appearance, he Jiayi could only sigh a long time. She opened Shen Zhiyu's clothes and revealed his white and smooth back. The sharp anesthetic needle pierced his skin and went deep into his back.

With the advancement of the needle tube, Shen Zhiyu finally couldn't bear it. He snorted with pain. His hands tightly grasped the edge of the operating table, and his slender phalanx turned white.

The original warm face faded all the blood color, and the facial features were distorted by pain. After a while, the forehead exuded a big cold sweat, mixed with tears from the corners of the eyes, and fell down together.

This is the most difficult operation he Jiayi has ever done. The anesthesia for extracting bone marrow is very painful. He can remain indifferent to any patient who has this kind of operation.

But at this moment, lying on the operating table is Shen Zhiyu, his best friend. Looking at Shen Zhiyu's painful appearance, he really wants to stop the operation immediately.

Anesthesia gradually began to take effect. Shen Zhiyu's head tilted to the side and fell into a coma.

He Jiayi picked up the sharp scalpel and began the operation.

Three hours later, after the operation, Shen Zhiyu was pushed out of the operating room.

It was not until the evening that Shen Zhiyu woke up. His lax pupils were staring at the ceiling. After a while, his consciousness gradually returned.

He wanted to move, but found that he could not move, even if he bit his teeth hard, he could not even move a finger. The deep sense of powerlessness was like the whole person falling into an endless abyss.

"Awake?" A familiar voice came to my ear.

Shen Zhiyu can only reluctantly turn his neck and see he Jiayi sitting beside the bed. He shakes his lips and squeezes a dry voice from his throat.

"I..."

"Isn't it hard?" He Jiayi said in advance: "it seems that she can't feel her own existence. It's also like that her body has been pressed by a heavy stone. Her muscles and bones are stiff and can't move?"

Shen Zhiyu nodded: "yes..."

"Your brain is awake, and the anesthesia in your body has not passed yet. Wait, there will be more pain after the anesthesia in your body has passed!" He Jia said angrily, looking at Shen's encounter in the hospital bed, he was really distressed and angry.