"Does it hurt?" Cao Yong touched her forehead and asked.
Seeing her expression unchanged, it shouldn't hurt.
This brother is so protective of girls, he even dared to doubt his second brother's skills. Cao Zhao took off his gloves, tossed them into the medical waste bin, and was somewhat displeased.
When the Immortal Brother gets hands-on, how could it hurt? She felt like she was just bitten by a mosquito. She realized the skill of the Boss firsthand, acknowledging a certain gap. If it were herself, trying to draw fluid this quickly and precisely without anesthesia would likely require much more practice.
The people around secretly admired this Immortal Beauty, Second Brother Cao, but what really impressed them was his celestial-like technique. The puncture and extraction motion was truly light and graceful, as if a dragonfly skimmed the water, leaving them in awe.
