Chapter 92 My Condolences for Your Loss

• Lewis hurriedly rushed into Blacksmith’s hut. Blacksmith was lying on a bed of hay. His complexion was grey and pale; his breathing was weak. Moreover, the bullet wound in his chest was still bleeding.
• “The bullet is still in his body; it is near his heart! Jemma, I will help remove the bullet from Blacksmith and restore some of his vitality. After that, I will leave him in your hands. Will that work?” Lewis turned around and asked.
• “Okay. As long as the bullet is removed, I can treat him in the shortest time possible!” Jemma nodded.