Yue Qingqing looked at the doctor in a white coat, while the doctor kept his head down.
The scalpel slashed down suddenly, and Li Ruyu involuntarily turned his head away.
Li Ruyun watched this scene with excitement on her face.
Quentin couldn't help but speak up, "Shouldn't you administer anesthesia first?"
He wasn't trying to be kind to Yue Qingqing to spare her some pain; it was purely because no normal human could endure this pain during the procedure.
Many had died from the sheer pain.
The entertainment value of dismembering a living person is far greater than that of a corpse.
A businessman like Quentin knew the difference.
However, he spoke too late. The scalpel fell towards Yue Qingqing's hand.
The blade rose and fell, and the rope snapped in response.
The man's movements were swift, slicing the rope on Yue Qingqing's other hand as well.
Quentin's pupils constricted, realizing something in an instant, and quickly pulled out a gun.
