Chapter 362

The mother's moans abruptly ceased.

The operating room plunged into eerie silence.

Dr. Green's scalpel hovered mid-air as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She'd never witnessed this before—a fully conscious patient lying on the table, watching her with clear eyes.

"Doctor... the pain's gone," the woman whispered weakly, disbelief coloring her voice.

Luna White's fingers remained steady on the silver needle, its tip quivering slightly at the acupuncture point on the patient's lower back. She gave Dr. Green a meaningful glance. "Proceed."

"But—" The military surgeon's hands trembled. Despite her extensive battlefield experience, she'd never felt such tension.

"Trust me." Luna's quiet command brooked no argument.

When the scalpel descended, the entire team held their breath.

"Is my baby... alright?" The mother suddenly asked, her lucid gaze belying the ordeal she should've endured.

Dr. Green's head snapped up. The incision had already parted flesh, yet the patient showed no reaction.

"My God..." a nurse breathed.

Luna's needle gleamed coldly under the surgical lights. "Your child's fine," she soothed. "Just a little longer."

The woman actually smiled. "No pain at all. Please save my baby."

Dr. Green exhaled sharply, her movements gaining speed. In that moment, she finally believed in Luna's acupuncture anesthesia.

As the surgery progressed, the mother remained alert—chatting calmly, even comforting nervous staff between the swish of suction tubes removing blood.

"It's out!" The infant's robust cry filled the room.

A healthy boy.

Luna allowed herself a quiet sigh, though her needle hand never wavered. The real challenge remained: the suturing required equal precision.

"Dr. White?" Dr. Green sought confirmation.

"Continue." Luna's voice roughened. "Final stage."

The mother suddenly grasped Luna's lab coat. "Doctor... may I see him?"

That simple request brought tears to every eye in the operating room.