No Strength, Kindness, or Evil

In the operating room, Long Xiruo began sweating profusely. It was difficult to concentrate because of the dazzling bright light.

But fortunately, there was a set of complete medical equipment which specifically designed for the monsters, as well as a large number of well-prepared drugs.

She never thought it would be so difficult to operate on a monster… She had this feeling when she was being trained and tried hard to be a true dragon during her youth.

As time went by, Long Xiruo weakly sat on the cold floor all of a sudden, leaning against the operating table and panting for breath.

"I... I did everything I could do!" Long Xiruo could not help laughing.

Even if this wound couldn't recover immediately a day before, at least Xiaojiang would wake up one day after... but for now she could only keep Xiaojiang's life.

In short, Xiaojiang wasn't out of danger.