I'm going to die.
Dr. Jemor dashed toward me, his knife raised high.
My brain hadn't caught up to the situation, but I knew my life was in danger, and that if I didn't do something, Dr. Jemor would kill me within a second.
Reflexively, I kicked out from my seated position on the bed, aiming at Dr. Jemor's stomach to push him away.
But he reacted in time, grabbing my leg and stabbing the knife into my kneecap.
I heard my bone shatter, and the joint was destroyed. The intense pain set my leg ablaze, and at the same time, I lost all feeling in it.
Major damage. Shiwahime had mentioned giving me a healing potion earlier.
It was working. My ruptured right arm's injury was slowly healing, the bleeding had stopped, and the pain from the whip lashes that tore open my cheek had lessened.
With my uninjured leg, I kicked upward and struck Dr. Jemor in the side of his head.
