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Ying nodded vigorously, saying cheerfully, "You’ve been recovering really well lately. If all is fine, we can proceed with the surgery now!"

Ying's words were undoubtedly great news for Situ Ran.

Although the young man had shown him that wondrous mechanical arm earlier, he hadn’t expected it to be ready so quickly.

After all, the technology behind the arm was incredibly intricate, which made him somewhat apprehensive.

However, his concern wasn't about how quickly he'd recover, but about how Ying would feel if the surgery failed.

Seeing pure joy and anticipation on his beloved's face at that moment, Situ Ran inexplicably didn’t want to refuse him.

He understood that Ying had rushed over primarily to perform the surgery for him.

Even if it failed, it would be alright; he would comfort Ying.

After all, his situation couldn't get any worse, could it?

With that thought, Situ Ran smiled and nodded to Ying, saying, “Ah Heng, that’s truly wonderful!”

“I'm ready. I trust you with the surgery, and I'm prepared whenever you are.”

Hearing Situ Ran’s words, a broad smile lit up Ying’s face.

Without another word, he helped Situ Ran up and led him into his laboratory.

Inside the room, surgical instruments were already neatly arranged, indicating Ying's eagerness.

Seeing his lover's complete trust in him, Ying felt immensely gratified.

He donned surgical gloves and expertly administered an anesthetic to Situ Ran.

For this surgery, Ying chose to use local anesthesia.

In this era, there existed more advanced anesthesia techniques, allowing for precise control over the numbed area.

Once the anesthesia took effect, Ying carefully picked up the mechanical arm and began connecting it to Situ Ran.

Although the right half of his body was numbed, Situ Ran still had some sensation.

He felt a slight discomfort, a tugging sensation in the flesh of his right arm, albeit bearable.

Still, he didn’t so much as furrow his brow.

For him, this level of discomfort was negligible compared to past agonies he’d endured.

Before long, his attention was entirely captivated by Ying, who was sweating profusely across the table.

Ying seemed extremely meticulous about the procedure, taking great care with each step.

Observing his concentration, Situ Ran instinctively quieted his breathing, not wishing to disturb him.

Since the surgery was being conducted in secrecy, Ying had to manage this major operation without any assistants.

It was a demanding task for anyone.

Ying meticulously connected Situ Ran's nerves to the mechanical arm.

With every step, he had to remain extremely focused, leaving no room for error.

He felt grateful for his unique abilities; an ordinary individual could never have sustained such stamina and concentration.

Nonetheless, the task was mentally draining.

Situ Ran could sense his lover's fatigue. While he felt sympathetic, he was powerless to help.

All he could do was silently hope for the surgery to conclude swiftly.

As the minutes ticked away, Ying's complexion grew paler, but he showed no signs of quitting.

He persisted, his gaze filled with reverence and determination.

Outside, the pitch-black sky began to lighten ever so slightly.

After what felt like an eternity, the operation finally concluded.

Ying exhaled deeply, collapsing from exhaustion onto the floor.

Ignoring his own appearance, his hands trembled as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Lifting his gaze, he tried to offer Situ Ran a reassuring smile.

In a faint voice, he said, "Please wait a bit longer. Although my initial checks show no issues, we must wait for the anesthesia to wear off to confirm the surgery's success."

Situ Ran nodded, looking at the exhausted young man in front of him, but found himself at a loss for words of comfort.

Suddenly, he found himself resenting the spiritual spring within him.

Once, Situ Ran believed that possessing the spiritual spring signified a unique destiny to save the world, a validation and redemption for his innate deficiencies.

Driven by this sense of duty, he continuously aided those around him.

He diligently expanded the Northern Base, wishing for everyone to lead a better life.

But now, seeing the young man exerting himself to such extents for his sake...

Situ Ran suddenly felt he'd rather be without this 'gift' and the seemingly grand mission that came with it.

The young man before him was his true redemption, the only thing that truly mattered.

He merely hoped for happiness for the person in front of him, wishing for them to lead an ordinary, contented life together.

Without that spiritual spring, perhaps he wouldn't have had to endure all of this.

Another hour passed, and daylight fully broke.

With the sun high in the sky, Situ Ran finally regained full consciousness.

Neither Situ Ran nor Ying had slept during this time, both anxiously anticipating the results of the surgery.

After regaining bodily sensations, the sensation in his right arm returned.

Unable to contain his excitement, Situ Ran instinctively moved his fingers.

Miraculously, his newly attached mechanical hand moved according to his will.

Even more astonishingly, the mechanical arm had tactile sensations, much like a regular limb.

He had thought regaining an arm was a blessing in itself, just to make his life easier.

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