The top floor of the Silver Fork restaurant was a very spacious room.
Ethan had been staying there for a while.
Even Sonia usually didn’t dare knock and disturb him.
Other than Ethan, there was only one person who could freely come and go from that place.
That person was Rain.
Right now, Ethan was sitting shirtless in the round bathtub in the bathroom.
Rain held a scalpel, making an incision on Ethan’s right arm, slowly extracting a rusted bullet.
The whole process was done without anesthesia.
Ethan sat upright like an iron statue, biting a small knife about a foot long in his mouth, sweat pouring down, yet not a frown crossed his face.
In ancient times, there was a god of war who crossed five passes and slew six generals, smiling while his bones were reset and wounds treated.
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