The room was bright. There was an iron plate in the fire pit. On the iron plate, a beef fillet was sizzling. The doctor of the Red Tiger Knights Corps threw the needles away. He placed his bloody hands into a bowl of water with a little alcohol in it. After rubbing his hands lightly for a while, the water had already turned red.
"Are you finished?" Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette's wound was at the shoulder. The dislocation before already made his shoulder swell. In addition to the sword injury at night, the wound could only be described as bloody.
"A little more!" the doctor took a new roll of strings and new needles helplessly. He needed to at least sew such large wound with no less than twenty times.
