Ben Lucas first cleaned his hands with the bottle of water he carried, disinfecting them, and then once again sterilizing the tactical knife with fire.
He knew that Harrison Lucas would feel pain, but now there was no anesthetic, so he could only use the alcohol swab to clean Harrison Lucas's wound and disinfect it.
When the bullet was exposed, the unconscious Harrison Lucas began to grimace and let out involuntary low groans.
Ben Lucas softly comforted "him," his hands not stopping, for he could not wait any longer and had to immediately extract the bullet from Harrison Lucas.
The fire-cauterized blade tip cut through the skin behind Harrison Lucas's left shoulder, and with skilled dexterity, Ben Lucas extracted the bullet.
"Mmm..." The unconscious Harrison Lucas, in pain, had beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
Hearing her involuntary cry of pain, Ben Lucas's usually steady hands almost failed to grip the knife handle.
