Zheng Xinglong no longer hid anything. He found a seat, sat down quietly, and took off his outer clothes.
Lieutenant Lin, who was at the side, also bent down and helped him take off his clothes.
As it had been too long, the blood from his injuries had already stuck to his shirt, making it extremely difficult for him to take it off.
“Eh... Bear with it.”
Seeing this, captain Lin sighed and said.
“Don’t worry. I, Old Zheng, won’t even wait to cry out for this little bit of pain.”
Zheng Xinglong still smiled and said, indicating that the other party didn’t need to take care of his own feelings.
Lieutenant Lin didn’t pay attention to him. He took out the medical scissors and cut off the parts that didn’t stick.
Then, he took out the saline from the medical kit and slowly poured it between the wound and the shirt. After the substrate softened, he took it off bit by bit.
