Chapter 642

Zelda had remained standing throughout the entire procedure because she wanted to buy time. Having not performed surgery for years, her legs now felt stiff and uncomfortable. She found a chair and sat down to rest. Gorgon lay on the bed, trying to recover. Without anesthesia, the wound throbbed intensely. Even though it had been stitched up, the pain persisted. He glanced down at his shoulder and couldn't help but admit that Zelda's suturing skills were exceptional. He had a tattoo on his shoulder, and the stitches aligned with his tattoo perfectly. "Thank you, but that was brutal to endure," Gorgon rasped, his voice hoarse and dry, barely audible. The assistant nearby was perceptive and quickly handed him some glucose water to drink. Sitting in the chair, Zelda glanced at him and said, "It's not done yet. I still need to remove all the needles from your shoulder. Earlier, he placed a lot of them incorrectly. Let me rest for a moment, and then I'll reapply the needles." Althoug