Chapter 272

Shirley didn't say another word. She slipped on her gloves, picked up the tweezers, and disinfected them steadily before lowering her hand to the edge of the wound. With the clothing moved aside, the gash was fully exposed, and she could see the shard of glass lodged inside. The glass seemed intact for now, though she couldn't be entirely sure. Without bothering to warn Benjamin, she clamped the tweezers around the shard and yanked it out swiftly. Blood poured from the wound immediately, dark and unrelenting. She glanced at Benjamin. His only response was a slight furrow of his brow. Quickly, Shirley grabbed a piece of gauze and pressed it firmly against the wound, applying gentle but firm pressure. "Does it feel like there are any more fragments left inside?" If there were, pressing on the area would trigger a sharp, stabbing pain. Benjamin shook his head. "Doesn't feel like it." Shirley sprinkled hemostatic powder over the wound. The bleeding gradually slowed, and she set th