"Hiss—" The disinfectant poured over the scab and quickly emitted a sizzling sound. Just hearing that sound made one feel a bone-deep pain.
"Ugh."
The man sitting upright on the sofa let out a muffled groan, his handsome face turning pale as paper.
His hand rested on the pillow beside him, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
One could sense how hard he was trying to endure the pain.
The moment the disinfectant hit was excruciatingly painful.
"Young Master Lawrence..."
Baron Lawrence abruptly closed his eyes, seemingly squeezing out two words through clenched teeth, "Continue!"
"...Yes." The chief surgeon gritted his teeth, instructed the medical staff to prepare, cleaned the wound, then picked up the scalpel and began the tense procedure of extracting the bullet from the man's shoulder.
This kind of bullet extraction surgery was originally a major operation.
Normally, it would require thorough preparation in the hospital's operating room to perform.
