The doctor in charge of anesthesia immediately brought the anesthetic.

Han Qingrang: "Shave his head."

Others: “…”

The assistant didn't dare to pause and immediately did as Han Qingrang said.

In just a few minutes, Situ Ling's hair was shaved off, like a vulture egg.

Patients undergoing surgery will have their hair in certain areas shaved off before the surgery if necessary to facilitate the procedure.

Today's was a last-minute job, and the atmosphere was so depressing that the assistant finished shaving my hair in one breath without even taking a breath.

Han Qingrang took the anesthetic, his eyes cold and clear, "Turn him over."

The assistant and the nurse next to him worked together to turn Situ Ling over.

"Scalpel."

The assistant handed it over.

"Cervical tissue retractor."

The assistant handed it over.

"Stripper."

The assistant handed it over.

"Everyone get out."

The assistant was stunned and asked stupidly, "Doctor Han, what surgical instrument does 'all go out' mean?"

Han Qingrang slowly raised his eyes, which were so cold that they seemed to be quenched by thousands of layers of ice.

The dean next to him silently pulled his assistant and said, "I mean, get out of here."

Within a few seconds, the nurse, assistant and director went to the isolation area in the operating room to wait.

After everyone left, Han Qingrang took out a chip the size of a fingernail and implanted it into the back of Situ Ling's skull.

After implantation, suture is performed.

Once the chip is implanted, it can be used at any time.

Now, the first thing Han Qingrang had to do was to catalyze the anesthetic in Situ Ling's body.

After only about three minutes, the anesthetic effect on Situ Ling's body completely dissipated, his limbs regained consciousness, and he slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

But when he opened his eyes, it was still dark and he could not see anything.

"I... uh..."

He tried to speak, but his throat couldn't form complete words.

Everything was quiet, without a sound at all. He didn't even know where he was, where he was lying, or what was around him.

When trying to make a sound again and again.

"Well--!!"

His whole body was shaking with pain, and a cry of extreme pain escaped from his mouth.

The sound of pain was very faint, as if it was buried in the mud and could not be discovered.

Situ Ling wanted to raise his hand and touch his head, but he couldn't do it once, nor twice. He couldn't lift his hand at all. His limbs couldn't control him. The pain was magnified several times, and the waves of pain almost made him collapse.

Situ Ling had never felt so powerless and fragile as he did at this moment, like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Just when he was in unbearable pain, a voice finally came -

"How painful is it?"

The voice was extremely cold, like the white snow that never melts for thousands of years, which could freeze people in the abyss of the glacier.

Situ Ling's pupils shrank and expanded, but he could not see anything, "You...you..."

Han Qingrang stood quietly beside the operating table, looking at Situ Ling in so much pain, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Making you suffer physical pain is merely the lowest form of punishment. If you dare to hurt her in the slightest, a life worse than death will be your ultimate price."

"Who are you……"

finally--

Situ Ling asked this question with difficulty, his throat almost dry.

The pain all over his body was getting more and more amplified, almost making him faint from the pain.

Han Qingrang let his eyelashes droop slightly and took out a bone hammer from the surgical instruments neatly arranged beside him.