"Why does that sound so much like an advertisement?"
The Witch, her pale face tensed, suppressed her nausea and sarcastically remarked, "And what's this about taking off the glasses and scrubbing them with boiling water? That store has to be a shady business, right? It sounds like one of those urban legends where they secretly cut out customers' organs to sell."
"No way."
Li Ang shook his head. "The owner seemed very professional and sincere. The day after my surgery, he even came to my door. He said he'd accidentally dropped a scalpel inside me during the operation and asked me to come back for another procedure to remove it, free of charge. He didn't charge a dime. He didn't seem like a bad guy."
Sunset Gold Smelter and the Witch stared, dumbfounded, both thinking the same thing: What in the world did you actually go through?
