"You don't even have a sterile surgery room, and you're talking about treatment... Too perfunctory."
"Miss Wen, the backpack... I've got it."
Wen Xin had just finished expressing her disdain for the treatment room when Mu Bei rushed in from outside, holding her black backpack in his hand.
"Take my surgery knife out from the interlayer of my backpack."
As Wen Xin spoke, she unconsciously glanced at the surgery knife and various instruments on the tray, feeling that Muxi should be awake, as she had come over with them, or else his life might not be saved.
Mu Bei took out a white cloth bag from Wen Xin's backpack, which contained the surgery knife mentioned by Wen Xin. He walked up to her and handed her the white cloth bag.
Wen Xin glanced at the young nurse standing nearby, her beautiful brows slightly raised.
"Young girl, do you have alcohol? Please disinfect my surgery knife!"
