"Does it hurt?"
Sienzi raised the automatic suturing device in his hand.
"No, it doesn't hurt."
He Ao slowly shook his head, and then he glanced outside through the crack of the door.
Jia Xi was sitting on the chair, eating ice cream and watching television, without peeking this way.
"I don't have much anaesthetic left, and its effect isn't that great. If there's a problem, you must tell me,"
Sienzi looked at He Ao's calm expression and continued forward with the automatic suturing device in his control.
Throughout the process, He Ao maintained the same expression, not even frowning once,
until the suturing was finished, and He Ao's slightly tensed muscles somewhat relaxed.
"Impressive,"
Sienzi gave He Ao a thumbs-up and packed away the automatic suturing device. "Old guy, are you sure you've never been a mercenary or an assassin before? But the mercenaries and assassins I've met have got weaker willpower than you."