The sharp blade cut open the flesh on the shoulder, and blood gushed out along the tip of the knife. Below the shoulder blade, the pale collarbone sank deeply, forming a pit, and soon a pool of blood formed.
Max Fang's hand holding the knife was steady, but his forehead was full of blue veins, and his mouth was tightly pursed into a straight line. Tears gathered in his eyes, and when they were full, he shook his head to shake them off, not allowing them to obscure his vision. Li Jason Si leaned his head against the headboard of the bed, staring blankly at the other person's expression, his eyes were so complicated that he even forgot the pain for a moment.
The thick needle broke at the skin and flesh, and was folded inside. Without cutting the flesh, it was impossible to pull out the needle. The shoulder was not like other parts of the body, and there was not much flesh. Li Jason Si had trained his muscles in his arms, so the shoulder was sharper. Max Fang made a cut about an inch long and one knuckle deep, and found the broken needle. He tried to pinch it, but the needle was too slippery and embedded in the bone, so he couldn't pull it out.
He looked at it for a while, and the blood flowed more rapidly. Li Jason Si's fingers quickly became cold. Max Fang turned his head. He had lost a lot of weight recently. The thin layer of flesh on his face had been consumed, and his face looked deeper and steeper. Even his drooping double eyes looked bigger. He looked at Li Jason Si helplessly with his red eyes open: "How...how do I pull it out?"
Li Jason Si bent his right elbow and held Max Fang's hand. Max Fang held a knife in his hand, and the back of his hand was covered with his blood and his own tears. Li Jason Si tilted his head to take a look, then put his hand on his shoulder: "Not enough..., cut deeper." He measured the length of the steel needle penetrating the bone with his fingers and sighed, "If only I had pliers..."
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