Having performed surgeries year-round, even Jian Si, who was used to seeing numerous intense situations, couldn't stop her hands from trembling when she saw the blood gushing out.
But she knew that the more it was at such a time, the less she could shrink back in fear.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, tried to adjust her emotions, and forced herself to calm down, then positioned the tip of the knife under the bullet.
Because the bullet was lodged deep.
The knife tip almost touched the bone.
Lu Youting groaned in pain, covered in cold sweat, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Jian Si knew he had woken from the pain, but since he did not want to disturb her, he kept silent, his nose tingling intensely, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Lu Youting shook his head gently, gritting his teeth, "It doesn't hurt, keep going."
How could it not hurt?
Even his voice was trembling.