Chu Mengyao and Chu Biyao stared wide-eyed.
Ye Fan expertly extracted the bullet with tweezers, cleaned the wound, then stitched it up, finally stopping the bleeding.
This was done in one seamless motion. Ye Fan seemed to feel no pain, maintaining a calm expression, but his actions left the two sisters jittery.
"See, I'm fine now, right? I told you not to worry, but you didn't believe me. Surely you believe me now?"
Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, indicating he was fine. Even if he were in pain, he wouldn't utter a sound just to ease the sisters' worries. Besides, he's not in pain.
"Does it hurt? If it does, just let it out. There's nothing embarrassing about it, no need to play a tough guy," Chu Biyao said weakly.
"Do I look like I'm pretending?" Ye Fan said with amusement.
"Not really." Chu Biyao nodded seriously, then confusedly asked, "But how does it not hurt?"
"Why so many questions? Are you hoping it does hurt?" Ye Fan replied helplessly.
