
"Help me dissect my stomach, and take the bullet, and I'll sew it myself." Ben said he drank the alcohol again.
The cashier woman was tense, fearful and anxious it was certain, how else, what she was going to face was about the life of someone who was on the verge of death.
While the cashier woman is not a doctor, she is just an ordinary woman who works behind the cashier's computer desk, although she occasionally helps in the clinic but her ability is not that far.
"I'll do it."
"really? I don't want ka...