Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Ouch...Young Master, you're hurting Xiao'e..."

A delicate, sweet voice drifted from inside the room as the candlelight flickered on.

The extremely uneven sound made Li Mingxuan and the others outside the door feel their blood boil, and they even bled from their noses, their mouths full of envious saliva.

"Hehe... So the son-in-law really does know how to prick people."

Li Mingxuan smiled maliciously, even imagining the scene.

Da Niu and the others nodded in understanding, meaning that smaller men are more courageous!

At the same time, Xiao Hui stormed over. She was furious at the continuous shouting inside, but she couldn't barge in and ruin Lin Ping's plans. So she could only pout and say, "Hmph, what's so great about it? Xiao Hui's voice is much nicer than this."

To be honest, even Xiaohui herself didn't know why she was angry. It was like holding a durian in her hand. At first, she thought it smelled bad and couldn't bear to swallow it. But the more she smelled it, the more fragrant it became. Before she could even eat it, someone else took a bite first.

Xiao Hui's impression of Lin Ping has mostly changed from dislike to acceptance, and perhaps it will even turn into admiration in the near future. She just hopes that this increasingly delicious durian won't be snatched away by someone else.

Li Mingxuan and the others looked at Xiao Hui with surprise, and in an instant, their admiration for Lin Ping increased.

Could it be that the son-in-law's seemingly sharp words have some hidden meaning, making the young girls unable to forget him? The angry Xiao Hui is the best example.

Xiao Hui, naturally disliking the sounds from inside, turned and stormed off, leaving Li Mingxuan and the others behind.

Let's take a look at the situation inside the room. In order to see every inch of Wang Xiao'e's skin clearly in the dark, Lin Ping lit eight lamps around her. Although it couldn't achieve the effect of a shadowless lamp, he had X-ray vision in his right eye and microscopic vision in his left eye. He was born to perform surgery.

Lin Ping had guessed from their first meeting that Wang Xiao'e was not truly blind, but rather extremely nearsighted, and his guess had now been confirmed.

There are generally three ways to deal with nearsightedness. The first, and most common and safest, is to wear glasses.

Secondly, lasers can be used to change the refractive power of the cornea, thereby treating myopia.

Third, perform radial keratotomy.

Wearing nearsighted glasses would affect a woman's beauty, and since Lin Ping hasn't invented glass yet, we can rule that out for now.

Laser surgery was not an option, so Lin Ping opted for radial keratotomy.

Lin Ping chose the latter for his own selfish reasons. As a graduate of medical school, he had a lot of skills but had never actually been on the operating table, which he always felt was a pity.

In his previous lives, he had considered performing surgery on people, but he lacked the necessary medical equipment.

Now that we have the gold fingers with X-ray and microscopic capabilities, it's obvious that they're designed for surgical procedures.

Therefore, Lin Ping wanted to prove himself.

After obtaining Wang Xiao'e's consent, Lin Ping began the surgery.

In fact, Wang Xiao'e didn't understand these professional terms. Anyway, she was prepared to commit suicide, so what was there to be unable to accept? Maybe she could really see the light again.

To alleviate the pain during the surgery, Lin Ping dipped silver needles in anesthetic powder and then inserted them around Wang Xiao'e's cornea to achieve local anesthesia.

The delicate screams she had just heard were from the pain caused by the silver needles.

Lin Ping kept his eyes straight ahead, fully focused on his first surgery ever.

Of course, Lin Ping is not an anesthesiologist and lacks experience in this area.

So he activated the functions of both eyes, and the capillaries next to Wang Xiao'e's cornea, as thick as an arm, were fully visible to Lin Ping.

Lin Ping couldn't help but marvel at how these two functions combined were simply unbeatable, as if they were specifically designed for surgery.

Lin Ping was unaware of the side effects of general anesthesia, so he tried to avoid every blood vessel with the silver needles to achieve local anesthesia.

Although this was Lin Ping's first surgery, he had practiced it hundreds and thousands of times during his university years, so his movements were steady and accurate.

Before long, eight silver needles were inserted around Wang Xiao'e's eyes, continuously releasing anesthetic.

As the anesthetic took effect, Wang Xiao'e's pain lessened considerably, giving her more confidence in the surgery.

Next, Lin Ping took out a small silver knife from the alcohol. Since he didn't have a diamond knife, he could only use a sharp dagger instead.

To ensure the disinfection effect of the alcohol, Lin Ping continued to magnify his left eye, and finally nodded in satisfaction after finding only a few scattered bacteria.

Absolute sterility is impossible in such a rudimentary environment; we can only try to control it as much as possible. In any case, the surgical wound will not be very large, and the possibility of infection is relatively small.

Lin Ping first used microscopic techniques to determine the center of Wang Xiao'e's cornea, then made several deep incision points in the central and peripheral areas of the anterior surface of the cornea, and then slowly approached with the scalpel.

What followed was a psychological battle. Lin Ping closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This was, after all, his first surgery, and such a delicate one at that. Even the slightest deviation could have resulted in Wang Xiao'e's permanent blindness.

Lin Ping's hands were trembling, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

Lying on the bed, Wang Xiao'e seemed to sense Lin Ping's tension. She smiled and said softly, "Young master, it won't end any worse."

Wang Xiao'e's blindness began a year ago. She has gradually accepted this fact and has never thought that there is any possibility of recovery, after all, she has sought help from many famous doctors, but none of them have been able to help her.

Lin Ping's words gave her a glimmer of hope, but she didn't take it too seriously; she wouldn't care even if the surgery failed.

Lin Ping exhaled a breath of stale air, gradually calming down. He activated the functions of both eyes and adjusted them to the optimal focus and penetration.

The moment the blade touched the cornea, it severed several capillaries, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of Wang Xiao'e's eye.

Cutting capillaries was inevitable, but Lin Ping, with his microscopic vision, could see it clearly, making him even more nervous.

In Lin Ping's eyes, Wang Xiao'e's capillaries were like a dense bamboo forest, while the scalpel was like a giant cleaver tens of feet long and wide.

With such a long machete passing through the dense forest, it was bound to cut down bamboo. He could only try to cut as few thin bamboos as possible and avoid cutting down the thick ones.

Due to limited conditions for stopping the bleeding, Lin Ping had to shorten the operation time. After calming himself down, he carried the large scalpel across the dense forest and quickly cut open the target.

After making the first incision, Lin Ping wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and then noticed that Wang Xiao'e only had a few drops of blood in the corner of her eye, and there was no major bleeding.

Lin Ping wiped away the blood with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol and continued cutting open the second target.

This time the speed was significantly faster, Lin Ping's technique became more skillful, and his mental fortitude also greatly improved.

Lin Ping marked four targets next to each of Wang Xiao'e's corneas, for a total of eight targets for both eyes. The two incisions were made in just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

After all eight targets were cut open, Lin Ping wrapped Wang Xiao'e's head with gauze soaked in hemostatic and anti-inflammatory drugs, temporarily covering her eyes.

The whole process took only fifteen minutes, but Lin Ping was drenched in sweat. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground like a sieve, leaning against the bedside table. He let out a long sigh and finally managed a silly smile.