Two helicopters landed one after the other in the factory clearing. There were not many people, just six armed personnel from the Warfire Group, but they brought a medical team of up to four people.
Most of the helicopters' cargo space was left empty, the reason being, of course, to evacuate the wounded.
When the reinforcements arrived, the atmosphere naturally changed dramatically.
The reinforcements' medical doctors took full control of all the casualties. They first checked on those who had just undergone surgery, and Gao Guang was of course among them.
But as they looked at the neatly stitched incision on Gao Guang, a doctor in his fifties finally asked, "How many patients underwent surgery for severe injuries?"
"Eight."
"Are all of the surgeries completed?"
"Yes, all done."
The medics all appeared to be shocked as they looked at the room full of the wounded, suddenly becoming somewhat restless.
"Are you joking? You performed all the surgeries by yourself?"
