At this time, Lu Xiuwu, who was concentrating on his own, did not notice Dr. Jones' psychological activities at all. He was just focusing on his feelings.

Well, the last confirmation... OK!

Lu Xiuwu's hand slowly pulled out of Mr. Pierre's abdomen, clean and smooth, without even a little bloodshot!

How is that possible! Looking at the big hand in front of him that was as white as jade, skinny as skinny as women, Dr. Jones opened his eyes wide. How is that possible? He had just seen this man put his hand into Mr. Pierre's abdomen and hiding his spleen, but why, why didn't he even touch the bloodshot?!

What a hell, where did he reach his hand just now? Could it be that Mr. Pierre's abdomen has a different space, and as soon as this person's hand enters it, he directly reaches into the different space?

Lu Xiuwu moved his long fingers and frowned gently: "Water, clean your hands!"

When the person in the operating room was stunned, no one could understand what this person was talking about.

"Prepare clean water for him, he wants to wash his hands." Knowing that these positions were not understood, Jian'er raised her head and took the time to help translate.

"Ah~, yes, yes." The nurse standing beside him was stunned for a moment and then realized what Jian'er was saying, and hurriedly went to prepare.

"Please!" The young nurse held the water and looked at Lu Xiuwu in awe.

Although he couldn't understand what the young nurse was saying, he knew that this person was bringing water to clean his hands. Lu Xiuwu nodded and thanked him, and then immersed his hands in the water to clean them. Well, his hands were finally refreshed now! Lu Xiuwu nodded with satisfaction and picked up the silver needle that was placed aside.

Before Lu Xiuwu could do anything big, a few silver needles had already fallen on the edge of the incision on Mr. Pierre's abdomen. The skin on Mr. Pierre's abdomen became stiff at a visible degree of naked eyes, and then the skin began to tighten, naturally pulling the incision open. Although the gap was not big, it was enough to make people see clearly the situation under part of the skin.

Looking at Mr. Pierre's Tsuzo, which had already revealed the tip of the iceberg, Dr. Jones showed a look of ghosting (Xiaohai: You are really ghosting, after all, Lu Xiuwu's true identity is really ghosting, and he is only a thousand-year-old ghost), because the part of Tsuzo in Dr. Jones's eyes was really completely and cleanly wandering out.

Oh my God, what did this person do? Dr. Jones really had the urge to grab Lu Xiuwu's hand and see carefully. Is this still a human hand? It's so swollen and broken, he also wanted to have such a hand. If there was such a hand, it would be much more convenient for him to perform surgery.

He shook his head vigorously. Now is not the time to think about all these things. The key is Mr. Pierre's spleen treasure. I don't know how his spleen treasure is now. Although this person completely disconnected the spleen treasure, the spleen treasure was necrotic due to excessive blood loss. If that was the case, it would be a waste of expression.

"This is not a good situation." When Dr. Jones saw Dr. Pierre's exposed spleen clearly, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and couldn't help but whisper to himself.

Because the color and luster displayed by Mr. Pierre's spleen at this time are only produced after severe blood loss of spleen. Such spleen can be said to be no longer necessary to retain it, because even if you repair the wound, you probably cannot let the blood nourish it soon. In this way, the ending it faces is not necessary, and there is no other possibility except necrosis.

It was such a pity that in the end, Dr. Jones couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

But what Dr. Jones didn't expect was that Lu Xiuwu not only did not prepare for total splenectomy, but instead began to sort out some bottles and jars at hand. Dr. Jones blinked in confusion. What is this person going to do?

Lu Xiuwu carefully opened a jade bottle the size of a finger, then stuck the silver needle in, stuck some lilac liquid, and then carefully pierced the silver needle into Mr. Pierre's spleen and gently twisted it.

This will still turn around?!Dr. Jones opened his eyes wide and looked at the silver needle slowly pierced into Mr. Pierre's spleen. Although he could not see the needle that had penetrated deep into the spleen's spleen, he could still see clearly the place close to the epidermis of the spleen. This needle was really incredible. It seemed to have eyes, avoiding the blood vessels and nerves in the spleen's spleen and moving forward in a twist.

How did this happen? What magical technique did this person use, or did the needle really live and has eyes?

Gently pulling out the needle, Lu Xiuwu changed another needle to continue his previous movement.

What is this doing? Dr. Jones really wanted to ask, but considering that one thing, this person probably didn't have time to pay attention to him now, and the other thing, even if he asked, it would be useless because he couldn't understand the language. Dr. Jones had to give up the idea of ​​being brave enough to ask questions, and shook his head regretfully. Maybe he should consider studying another foreign language.

After repeating this several times, Lu Xiuwu finally put down the silver needle in his hand and picked up a small flat round black jade box next to him about the size of a powder box. He gently lifted the lid to reveal the silver-white liquid inside?

No, it seems this is not liquid!

Because Dr. Jones saw Lu Xiuwu picking the thing that seemed to be "liquid" with a silver needle, and it actually brought a silver light. The silver needle tilted lightly, and the light fell down, and only a shallow reflective thread like a thread left at the tip of the needle. Is this thread?! Dr. Jones opened his eyes wide. God, if he hadn't seen the reflection, he wouldn't have realized that it would be a thread.

Oh my God, what kind of thread is this? How is it made? If you really want to use this kind of thickness, it can only be done with the microscopic realm. But judging from this attitude, he seemed to want to do it with his inner eyes alone? Oh my God, what kind of technology is needed to do this step? It's so swelling. He really wants to kneel down for this person. Will he accept his apprentice? What should he do if he wants to become a disciple?
Chapter completed!