People suddenly realized why they were anxious as they watched.
"Ah!" Yao Jie exclaimed, how could she forget such an important thing.
The child could move. She hurried over to hold down the child's limbs and called for others to help.
Once the anesthetic was injected, naturally there was a needle, and which child isn't afraid of being pricked.
When she placed her hand on the child's small arm, Yao Jie noticed something was off. Wasn't the child moving? Could the child be unconscious? She hurriedly turned to check the child's face again.
The ten-year-old boy blinked his eyelids, clearly he was not unconscious, he just didn't feel any pain at all.
Yao Jie's actions served as a stark reminder, and the other doctors looked at Xie Wanying, their gazes clearly filled with surprise.
"Hey, doesn't it hurt when he is injected?" Kang Mingzhu stood up and looked toward the junior sister.
