C371 Surgical Success

Zhao Tiezhu nodded and stabbed a golden needle into the girl's back. The lotus flower was in a state of anesthesia, so he didn't know about it at all.

Zhao Tianzhu had dispelled the poison from his family's treasured saber, which was the golden blade that his grandfather had left behind.

The golden blade weighed three to seven coins, was fifteen centimeters long