Lu Yeming was seriously injured. The bullet had penetrated his chest and grazed past his heart. If he was just a little off, he would have died.
The military doctor rushed over, but this was the base of the garrison. The medical conditions were not good.
The key was that the anesthetic had been used up.
Lu Yiming sat on the chair. The black shirt on his body was soaked in blood, and his forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat. The sweat dripped down from his exquisite and handsome figure, and his tightly pursed thin lips looked livid because of the whiteness.
“President Lu, without the anesthetic, what should we do?”The doctor looked at Lu Yiming in fear.
Lu yiming reached out and unbuttoned the shirt, revealing a large area of the man’s chest. “Let’s do the surgery directly.”
“Yes... Yes.”
The doctor burned the sharp knife red and stabbed it into Lu Yeming’s chest bit by bit to remove the bullet.
