Shi Yuan watched the junior great-uncle handling the surgical knife, the superb technique, steady as a dog's scalpel—this level was not low at all.
Shi Yuan looked up at Li Feng. This junior great-uncle even possessed profound knowledge of Western medicine.
The surgery went very smoothly, not even half an hour passed. Although Li Feng hadn't had time to prevent Jiang Nan's suicide, his timely response was to pinch the Jingquan acupoint, causing half of Jiang Nan's body to go numb. The force Stafford stabbed herself naturally decreased significantly, also affecting the position where the scissors had penetrated.
Otherwise, if the scissors had really pierced the heart, not even a Daluo Immortal like Li Feng could have saved her.
"Junior great-uncle, wipe your sweat."
Shi Yuan handed over a towel, flattering, "Junior great-uncle, I didn't expect you to be so proficient in surgery as well. Did our grandfather teach you that?"
"No, I learned it myself."
