A few seconds before the nurses pressed Shana to put on the anesthesia respirator, Shana struggled to twist her body and said fiercely to me, "Just you wait. As long as I wake up, I will tell Mom everything you did to me!"
Looking at her eyes, which were gradually closing, I denied, "No, you don't have a chance anymore."
As long as I inserted needles into the acupuncture points behind her head, she would forget everything that had happened during this period of time. When she woke up, she would only think that the ghost doctor had saved her.
After dismissing the other nurses, I rubbed my temples tiredly and took out my gold needles.
Two hours later, Shana's surgery was very successful. At this moment, the pus and blood under her skin had been forced out by my needles. The originally yellow and rotten flesh had turned bright red.