Brian lay unconscious on the operating table, like a lamb to the s*******r.
Dorothy picked up a surgical knife and used it to cut Brian's right kneecap. The sharp blade of the knife cut the skin very easily. A glow swirled around her fingertips as she held one side of the cut. The blood flowing from the cut clotted almost immediately.
Carl's eyes lit up. Was that what an alchemist could do?
"Carl, this custom-made knife is really not bad." As Dorothy gave her compliments, she continued to slice through Brian's knee confidently and dug out the injured remnants of Brian's knee joint all at once. The bloody scene made Irina cover her eyes instinctively as she observed from the side, but her curiosity made her part her fingers slightly so that she could peek.
"After we're done today, I'll
