"You didn't faint, which means you can endure the pain better than most people," Dylan Lin said, "Not bad."
As soon as he finished speaking, a probe slowly turned out from Ling Lingyi's head and inserted into his spinal cord. Dylan Lin reached out and wiped it, and a thin film flipped over the sealed glass plate on his head. The glass became a reflective mirror and turned to an angle, allowing Ling Lingyi to see his face clearly.
A surgical instrument the size of a small beetle climbed onto his body. At first glance, it looked like a child's simulation toy. If you could ignore the scalpel, drill and small electric saw wielded by its front paws, it would be quite adorable.
The one-eyed eagle who was watching from the sidelines raised his eyelids and said, "Hey, we don't have many micro-surgical instruments left."
"Yes," Dylan Lin said, "this is not for people to use, it is my collection."
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