Blake Langley nodded and took the suitcase proactively, saying, "You push Little May in, and we'll start treating Little May right now."

Blake Langley's place wasn't big, but it was very bright.

"Dr. Lan, should I go to the hospital to find an operating room?" Ms. Shaw walked into Blake Langley's room, feeling even more uneasy. Although the place was very tidy, there was nothing here at all.

Blake Langley waved his hand, "No need, here is fine. In a bit, you'll help me. Don't worry, I've done this kind of surgery countless times."

There were surveillance cameras everywhere in the hospital, so Blake Langley didn't dare perform this kind of surgery there.

Ms. Shaw really wanted to say that if anything went wrong during the operation, Little May definitely wouldn't survive. But she was also worried that if Blake Langley heard her say that, he might refuse to treat Little May.

Having practiced medicine for decades, Blake Langley naturally understood Ms. Shaw's feelings. He didn't say much, just took out a clean sheet to lay on the bed, then carried Little May onto it.

"Dr. Lan..." Ms. Shaw couldn't help herself, her worry was overwhelming.

Blake Langley gestured for Ms. Shaw to stop talking, then opened the suitcase and set it aside.

The medicines and medical instruments inside the suitcase were arranged neatly and clearly categorized, as if someone was worried Blake Langley might mix them up. Maybe she never considered that if Blake Langley even mixed these up, how could he possibly treat her daughter?

Blake Langley only needed Ms. Shaw to prepare a straight vascular clamp, but not only was there a straight vascular clamp, there were also curved vascular clamps, right-angle clamps, towel clamps, even Kocher clamps, and all kinds of scissors—nothing was missing. As for scalpels, there was a full set. There were also acupuncture needles, thick and thin, long and short...

"Ms. Shaw, why so many?" Blake Langley looked at Ms. Shaw in confusion. With his medical skills, he didn't need so many tools at all. For Little May's leg, the most important thing was the method of cell transplantation and regeneration, which was achieved through medicinal herbs.

Hearing Blake Langley's question, Ms. Shaw's eyes showed some worry, but she still said, "I studied medicine too, and was afraid I'd forget something in a rush, so I prepared a bit more."

She almost directly said that his preparations were too inadequate.

Blake Langley nodded and said to Ms. Shaw, "I'll decoct the medicine first. Wait a moment. If you feel anxious, just massage Little May's leg."

Although Ms. Shaw had countless questions to ask Blake Langley, and many doubts to raise, she didn't dare. She was always worried that this one doctor who had promised to save Little May might also refuse to treat her.

Time passed slowly. Besides the anxious waiting, the air was filled with the scent of Chinese medicine.

In just over an hour, Blake Langley fished out the decocted herbs with the water boiled away, then put them in a nearby basin and mashed them with a clean stone.

Watching the herbs gradually turn into a medicinal paste, Ms. Shaw frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this medicine supposed to be drunk? And it was only boiled for just over an hour, so..."

Blake Langley waved his hand, "Don't worry, this medicine isn't for drinking. Drinking it would have no effect. It's for external application, to promote tissue regeneration."

After a long while, Blake Langley finally finished mashing the herbs, wrapped them in sterilized cloth, and set them aside, then picked up the acupuncture needles.

Ms. Shaw grew even more nervous. Was the operation about to begin?

Little May was still staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes devoid of any vitality.

Blake Langley tried to soften his tone and said, "Little May, I've treated patients even more severe than you, and they all recovered perfectly. I'm not just saying this to comfort you—it's because I really have this ability. So I hope you'll cooperate with me during the treatment. If you keep this self-destructive attitude, there's nothing I can do."

Hearing Blake Langley's words, Ms. Shaw's eyes brightened a little. She'd heard a professor say that if a patient lost the will to live, the success rate of any surgery dropped by eighty percent. For Blake Langley to say this before the operation, maybe this Dr. Lan really did have some skill.

When Little May heard Blake Langley's words, a trace of vitality appeared in her eyes, revealing an intense longing.

Blake Langley continued, "Don't worry, the surgical technique I use—so far, no one else has mastered it. I'm the only one in the world who can do this. If it weren't for certain reasons, I wouldn't be here to operate on you."

"Thank you, Dr. Lan." Little May's eyes finally showed some movement, and she even softly said a word of thanks.

When Ms. Shaw heard Little May speak, her eyes turned red. Ever since learning she would need an amputation, Little May hadn't said a single word.

Chapter 10: Bone Tempering

Blake Langley nodded, stopped talking, set aside the medicines he needed, put on sterile gloves, picked up more than a dozen fine acupuncture needles, and began inserting them one by one into Little May's leg.