"Dr. Xue, it's done!" Bai Xiao looked up.
She put down the needle holder in her hand, seemingly a bit reluctant.
It felt like, after infusing her special ability into the needle holder, the holder became an extension of her hand, not just a mere instrument. That sensation—working with such fluid efficiency—was oddly thrilling.
Dr. Xue immediately snapped to attention.
He stepped swiftly to Bai Xiao's side, startling her. Dr. Xue really was as vigorous as ever.
"Dr. Bai, hang on a moment."
Without further ado, he picked up a scalpel.
And without saying anything, he evenly sliced the newly sutured tail into forty segments.
Bai Xiao's jaw dropped.
Dr. Xue, isn't this a bit excessive?
How long can a mouse tail possibly be?
And you've divided it into forty portions. Even an idiot could tell you're obviously making her re-stitch them.
She said nothing further—talking too much would just bring pain.
Fine, if stitching's what you want, stitching's what I'll do.
