The curtains were drawn, blocking all lines of sight from the outside.
An exquisite crystal chandelier cast its brilliant light as far as possible, illuminating every inch of the room.
"This..."
Lu Chao stopped short as he rounded the screen, his expression changing slightly as he looked ahead.
A figure sat on the sofa on the plush carpet. He was shirtless, revealing broad shoulders and a brawny, muscular physique, like a lion at rest.
But upon closer inspection...
The gunshot wound on his left shoulder was particularly jarring.
Trickles of blood slid down the contours of his skin. The Pharmacist used forceps to extract a blood-stained, brassy bullet, dropping it into a metal dish on the marble coffee table with a crisp CLINK.
Disinfecting alcohol and povidone-iodine were used to repeatedly rinse the gaping wound, and soon another fragmented piece of shrapnel was painstakingly removed.
