One of them pushed his body to the draped-by-curtain room where he used to check on his patients with the revolver over his head, threatening him to treat two of them who were injured.
Ignoring his fear, the doctor walked in and obeyed their instruction; he sanitized their wounds with alcohol while the thugs he was taking care of winced, enduring the groan of pain that almost erupted out of their mouths. Once he was done with one man who didn't suffer from a serious wound, he moved to the next patient.
The doctor's eyes pinched at the injury of the man lying on his stomach; he knew exactly that the man who nearly fainted got shot in the right upper area of his back. He lifted his gaze to their boss.
"The surgery needs to be performed to take the bullet out of his flesh," he blatantly a
