Could it be that surgery is needed?
Perhaps, a needle and thread for stitching?
Just thinking about these possibilities made An Xiaomian feel very scared, and her face turned pale.
Seeing An Xiaomian's pale face, Ouyang Zhi felt a pang of heartache and stepped forward to hold her gently, soothing her: "Xiao Mian, don't be afraid. No need for surgery, no need for an operation, because it would be painful. We'll just apply some medicine on your face first to make it easier to attach the mask. Although the medicine is a bit strong, we won't use any anesthesia. You might find the pain unbearable, but with anesthesia, you won't feel any pain, and it will only last about an hour. After an hour, the medication won't irritate your skin anymore, and you'll wake up, then the mask will be perfectly in place, and you can go back to rest."
An Xiaomian subtly pushed Ouyang Zhi away, still pale, and asked him, "Really?"
