An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

"Listen up, kid, I don't care where you used to hang out!"

"Mr. Lin is a god sent by God to save us! If you dare to play any tricks, even if it costs me my life, I will definitely cut off your two testicles and feed them to the dogs!"

Finally, I saw hope in this cold slum.

He would absolutely not allow anyone to hurt Lynn.

Faced with Mike's imposing threat, Kane simply smiled noncommittally and stepped into the tent.

But deep down, he felt increasingly curious about Lynn.

In this extremely xenophobic American society.

How could a seemingly refined and cultured student from the University of Tokyo have such a devoted Black man?

This is definitely not something an ordinary ruthless person could do.

In an instant, the last trace of contempt in Kane's heart vanished completely.

Instead, there was an extremely strong sense of vigilance and a subtle respect.

The strong are always respected.

"What illness?"

Lynn sat back down in the folding chair and got straight to the point.

His hawk-like eyes scanned Kane back and forth.

Although Kane's face was somewhat pale, exhibiting typical signs of long-term malnutrition.

But apart from that, there's nothing wrong with it.

Kane remained silent.

Under Mike's watchful eye, he silently bent down and rolled up the wide leg of his left military trousers.

The moment I saw Kane's left knee.

A rare look of horror flashed deep in Lynn's eyes.

That knee can no longer be considered a complete human knee!

The entire left knee joint was covered with ugly surgical scars that looked like a twisted centipede.

Even more terrifying.

The kneecap exhibits an extremely irregular and exaggerated deformed protrusion.

Due to long-term friction with the bones, the skin surface has been pushed so thin that it is as thin as a cicada's wing.

You can vaguely see the pale meniscus cartilage and purplish-red fluid below.

"He was hit by a stray bullet from a large-caliber sniper rifle."

Kane looked at his crippled leg, his voice as still as a stagnant pool, utterly devoid of emotion:

"That damn bullet didn't go straight through my leg; it got stuck in the gap between my patella and femur."

Kane raised his head, his lifeless eyes fixed on Lynn:

"The team's quack doctor said the bullet was too deep, close to a major artery, and that forcibly removing it would likely cause massive bleeding, at which point amputation would be the only option."

"So I refused and retired with that bullet in my eye, and have been living on fentanyl ever since."

Kane took a deep breath, veins bulging on his forehead, clearly enduring excruciating pain unimaginable to most.

"But just yesterday, because of a violent collision."

"That bullet...deviated."

"It completely jammed my entire knee joint cavity, causing a severe dislocation of my tibia."

Kane paused for a moment, then stated the ultimate purpose of his trip.

"Doctor, I don't need you to remove the bullet; that's unrealistic."

"I only ask that you use bone-setting techniques to forcibly reposition the dislocated bones and push the bullet back into the safe zone."

"As long as it lets me stand up again."

Kane gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Whatever you want, I'll give you."

Inside the tent, the air seemed to freeze.

Lynn remained silent as he stared at Kane's left leg, which resembled a deformed monster.

He appears to be spacing out.

But in reality, the brain is working at full speed.

The clinical knowledge gained from the "General Practice (Intermediate)" course is rapidly dissecting this bullet lodged in the bone.

A few minutes later.

A chilling glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.

A somewhat violent but effective plan has taken shape in my mind.

He raised his eyelids slightly, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Kane's lifeless face.

Kane's breath hitched slightly when he felt Lynn's gaze.

"doctor."

Kane gripped his trouser leg tightly, his voice hoarse: "Is...it even curable?"

"You're lucky."

Lynn tapped her chin slightly: "Not only can I cure it, I can also help you get that damn peanut out."

boom!

Upon hearing this, a hint of wild joy flashed across Kane's usually expressionless face!

I tried my best to control myself, but I just couldn't.

In those lifeless eyes, an astonishing will to survive suddenly erupted.

This bullet tormented him for six whole years!

This turned him from a top-tier commando assassin into a cripple who relies on fentanyl to stay alive.

How could he not be excited to hear that there was hope for a complete cure?

however.

Lynn's next words, however, kicked him straight from heaven back to the cold hell.

"However, removing the bullet requires a knife."

Lynn's lips curled into a smile: "I have a knife, but unfortunately, I don't have any anesthetic here."

In America.

Medical anesthetics are subject to extremely strict and abnormal regulations.

Ordinary neighborhood pharmacies simply cannot have this.

Even the most lawless homeless people would never dare to buy medical supplies of this caliber for free.

That's like pulling the tiger's tail; you'd die of metal poisoning in no time.

Kane's eye twitched violently.

Surgery without anesthesia?

This is not treatment, it's torture!

Just when Lynn thought the other party would back down,

"Crunch."

Kane clenched his teeth, the grinding sound making them grating: "I don't need anesthesia!"

At this moment, his eyes were like those of a hungry wolf cornered in a desperate situation.

These words were spoken.

Mike stared at Kane with a look of utter terror, as if he were looking at a ghost.

The thought of having a knife plunged into my kneecap and twisted around without anesthesia...

hiss!

Old Mike gasped sharply, feeling a throbbing pain in both of his kneecaps.

Upon hearing this, Lynn gave Kane a meaningful look a few more times, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He truly is a ruthless individual, one in a hundred.

Are you sure?

Lynn's tone was completely flat: "It's not just that there's no anesthetic."

"Because the wound is extremely deep, in order to prevent tetanus and sepsis, I may need to use high-concentration medical alcohol to directly and forcefully disinfect deep into your bone marrow."

Although Lynn's tone was calm, it sounded terrifying.

Before Kane could react, Mike was the first to suffer from PDSD.

He clutched his knees tightly with both hands, as if the knife was about to fall on him.

"I'm not afraid of pain!"

Kane's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice seemed to come from the depths of hell: "Come on! Do it!"

Mike's lips twitched violently as he listened, and he cursed inwardly that the madman was indeed a pervert.

Those two underlings outside deserved to lose!

"very good."

Lynn stopped wasting words: "Lie down."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the simple medicine cabinet.

He quickly took out a brand-new scalpel that Mike had bought for zero dollars.

Although this thing is not a specialized orthopedic scalpel.

However, with the support of intermediate-level medical skills, they are more than capable of handling such situations.

Then remove and light the alcohol lamp.

Iodine solution, hemostats, medical gauze...

Although the environment is far from that of a hospital operating room.

But every step Lynn took was as precise as a textbook example.

Wow~

Pale blue flames shot up.

Lynn's eyes instantly became focused, the cold scalpel blade repeatedly heated over the flame.

"Come help me."

After disinfection was completed, Lynn glanced at Mike.

Mike was a little dumbfounded as he watched Lynn's smooth and effortless maneuver.

"Boss... is there anything I can do to help?" Mike rubbed his hands together, looking a little flustered.

This job looks way too high-end.

How could a rough, street-smart guy like him know any of this?

Lynn slightly raised his eyelids and pointed to Kane, who was already lying on the folding bed: "Your task is simple: kill him!"

"No matter how much he struggles later, even if he bites off his tongue in pain, we absolutely cannot let him move."

"If he moves around, the blade will sever his major artery, and even a god couldn't save him."

Mike was taken aback by what he heard.

He immediately rubbed his hands together, grinned, and showed off his big white teeth: "Don't worry, Boss! I guarantee I'll have him pinned down!"

Hearing their conversation, Kane, lying on the bed, looked extremely pale.

His face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

A faint sense of fear and retreat began to stir in my heart.

But this slight desire to retreat was rudely suppressed by him.

He had to consider whether this was the only and last chance he would ever have to stand up.

Even if it means going to hell, he must hold on tight!

"We can begin."

Lynn picked up the gleaming scalpel and walked to the bedside.

Kane took a deep breath, his chest heaving and cold sweat beading on his forehead: "Wait... do you have any alcohol? Any kind will do."

Lynn didn't turn around, but just tilted her head slightly.

Mike immediately understood and casually pulled a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey from his tattered jacket and threw it over.

Kane caught it.

Unscrew the bottle cap and tilt your head back.

"Glug! Glug!"

Most of the bottle of strong liquor was poured down my throat like a blazing fire and emptied instantly!

boom!

He threw aside the bottle and grabbed the hem of his tattered trench coat, biting it hard in his mouth.

After gripping the edge of the bed frame tightly with both hands, he nodded to Lynn.

"Take a deep breath, pain is normal."

Lynn's tone was cold, devoid of any comforting or empty words.

The next second, his eyes instantly sharpened like knives.

Rotate your wrist.

puff!

Without the slightest hesitation, the sharp scalpel precisely sliced ​​through Kane's kneecap, which was as thin as a cicada's wing.

The blade plunged straight in, piercing deep into the bone!

"Ugh!!!"

Accompanied by an extremely suppressed, mournful groan, like a wild beast on the verge of death.

Kane's eyes widened instantly, his eyeballs filled with terrifying blood vessels, as if they were about to burst open at any moment.

The trench coat that was bitten in his mouth was instantly torn apart.

His entire body convulsed and trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted!

Large beads of cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall, instantly soaking the sheets beneath him!

But he stubbornly held on and didn't let out a single scream.

"Hold him down!"

Lynn gave a cold shout, and the blade in his hand quickly peeled away the necrotic tissue.

"Ugh!"

Mike roared and his two-hundred-plus-pound weight slammed down on him.

Thick, dark hands gripped Kane's thighs and waist tightly.

Even though Kane was so weak, Mike was still flushed and sweating profusely.

It was as if they were holding down not a person, but a maddened Tyrannosaurus Rex!

Lynn's movements were incredibly fast.

His intermediate level of general practice endowed him with an extremely formidable level of stability and precision.

The blade moved through the extremely narrow gaps in the patella, avoiding one deadly artery after another.

"Found it."

A fierce glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.

With a sudden flick of the knife tip!

"Sizzle!"

The sickening sound of metal scraping against bone echoed clearly inside the tent!

Click!

Lynn used hemostats to forcefully pull a severely deformed brass bullet, covered in sticky blood, out of the bone!

After tracing a dark red arc in the air, it landed precisely in the metal tray.

call--

As the bullet dislodged, Kane on the bed seemed to have all his strength drained away instantly.

His head suddenly tilted to the side, and he fell into a semi-comatose state.

at the same time.

Mike, who was pinned down on him, collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

He was panting heavily, his whole body already soaked in sweat.

"Oh shit……"

Mike stared at the bloodied bullet on the tray, swallowing hard with lingering fear.

"This job... is absolutely inhuman..."