Doctors of all ages came to assist.
Zheng Ren paid them no heed and tore open the incision kit, dousing the knife wounds on Fang Lin's body with iodophor.
The dark solution gushed from the bottle and ran out in seconds.
Zheng Ren threw the bottle aside and put on his surgical gloves. He took a scalpel from the kit; without any preamble, he cut into Fang Lin's flesh.
He moved in a flurry. Any comments from bystanders died down after witnessing the first incision.
'Was he going to stop the bleed with his hands?' The old doctors were shocked.
They had not witnessed this outdated method of hemostasis in a long time. How was this civilian outperforming most doctors?
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were, after all, dressed in civilian clothing.
A middle-aged doctor made to stop Zheng Ren, but before the words could leave his mouth, the scalpel drew a 10 cm incision from the stab wound to the right side of Fang Lin's rectus abdominis.
