Zion Prescott held an unfamiliar small knife in her hand and slowly pierced it into the man's flesh...
In an instant, more blood gushed out...
Cecilia Vaughn watched, cold sweat breaking out directly from her forehead. She tightly bit her rosy lips, fearing that she might make any sound that would disturb the two people conducting the surgery.
But Zion Prescott was obviously a person used to big scenes; even though they weren't currently in a fully equipped medical room, her actions were orderly and unhurried.
And Adrian Law seemed to frown slightly, perhaps because there was no anesthetic to ease the pain.
His face turned somewhat pale, clearly in extreme pain, yet the man endured it forcefully without saying a single word.
...
An inexplicable mist directly moistened Cecilia's eyes.
She didn't want to cry.
