Ten minutes later.

Operating Room.

The Slender Ghostly Figure lay trembling on the table, watching Lin En, who was continuously sharpening his knife, and said, "Are you really going to operate?!"

Lin En nodded, blew on the reflective blade, closed his eyes, and said, "There's no other way. The root of the problem is there. If we don't perform surgery, relying on potions for treatment is impossible."