Chapter 8:
A Rising Star
The room was bright, but was the type of room that you would remember as being dimly lit. On the sides were benches, one sink, stacks of bandages, tissues, paper towels, tools of different sorts, drill, scalpels, springs, restraints, belts, harnesses, trays.
In the middle is a surgery table. Shihan lay atop, black belts wrapped around the table and his body.
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