"Boss, the disinfection is complete." Su Yun did not question Zheng Ren's decision. He used up all the iodophor in his personal first-aid kit as quickly as possible.
Zheng Ren took a deep breath and nodded. He carefully laid on the ground, looked inside, and slowly reached his right hand in.
He could only reach in one arm and one hand.
Could such a surgery really be done? Zhao Yunlong was very doubtful, but Su Yun did not have any emotions in this regard. He began to look for other items.
"Did you bring the infusion set?" Su Yun asked.
The young military doctor was in a trance as if he was in school. Why did everyone in front of him have a calm expression and a tone that could not be rejected? Why did they all look like their own knowledgeable old professors?
"I brought a few. There aren't many," he answered in a trance.
"Go get one. One suture kit," Su Yun said.
"Oh." The young military doctor turned around and ran back.
