"How's the doctor?" Ji Wanzhou watched the doctor's actions worriedly.
"The bullet went through and did not injure the bone, but it dragged on for a long time and I'm afraid there will be repercussions in the future." The doctor carefully considered his words and told Ji Wanzhou.
"Can't you think of a way to cure the side effects?" The knife in Ji Wanzhou's hand flew up, the bright edge of the knife went around his finger, and he could go anywhere at any time.
However, the doctor didn't have any special reaction when he looked at the blade. He told Ji Wanzhou, "There's really no other way. The patient took too long."
In the next second, the blade of the knife, as thin as a cicada's wing, pressed itself against the doctor's neck, creating a small bloody wound. Only then did the doctor's legs go limp.