Zheng Ren glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes had passed. Professor Rudolf Wagner was still applying pressure to stop the bleeding. He seemed to have lost track of time.
"Lil Fugui!" Zheng Ren called out.
"What's the matter?" The professor was startled for a while before he regained his composure and answered the call.
Dr. Zhou shuddered. A country-like Fugui was appalling enough.
When the professor spoke in a pure Northeastern dialect that was rarely heard even in the Northeastern region, it was the last straw that finally broke Dr. Zhou.
What in the…
"It's time, wrap it with compression bandages and hand over the patient to Brother Zhou." When Zheng Ren finished saying that, Xie Yiren had appeared in front of the professor with the compression bandages in her hands.
