Amid Little Vlad's terrified gaze and curses, Du Guangyuan put on rubber gloves and picked up the surgical tools on the table, walking leisurely towards her. Ignoring the desperate anger that could swallow him alive, he gently cut a wound on her arm with a scalpel, then slowly injected a liquid into it.
"Is it done?" Pei Yan returned with a chicken leg in his mouth and a beer in his hand, casually asking as he saw Du Guangyuan return to his position.
