"Hemostatic forceps?" Gao Ming, who only excelled in bloodletting, had no need for devices to stop bleeding, but as a prison psychologist, he was aware of what hemostatic forceps were.
Looking around, he saw a huge cabinet just outside the enormous white curtains of the operating room, which stored various surgical instruments and tools.
"Hurry up! Give me the hemostatic forceps!" The voice from behind the curtain grew impatient, as if something terrible would happen if Gao Ming didn't comply swiftly.
Instinct told Gao Ming that there was danger behind the curtain, and he should not enter recklessly.
After a moment's consideration, he opened the cabinet door, and a strong scent of disinfectant wafted out. Gao Ming frowned slightly upon seeing surgical instruments stained with chunks of tissue that hadn't been cleaned off properly.
Having found the hemostatic forceps, Gao Ming was wondering how to pass them to the person when an arm reached out from behind the white curtain.
