Zhou Yu nodded and then picked up a fruit knife from the table, ready to begin.
At this sight, everyone was stunned.
Is this... starting now?
Isn't this too rash?
Zhang Jingjing hurriedly rushed over, blocking Zhou Yu.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Yu asked in confusion.
"You... you're starting just like that?"
"I might not be a doctor, but I know that surgeries require professional equipment. Tools must be sterilized, and plasma prepared in case of severe bleeding," she said.
"You're not preparing anything, and you're going to start with this fruit knife?"
Zhang Jingjing asked anxiously.
Zhou Yu said calmly:
"First, an ordinary doctor can't save your father."
"Second, I am not an ordinary doctor."
"Lastly, the scene about to unfold might be a bit bloody. Anyone who can't stomach it may leave in advance."
"You..."
Zhang Jingjing was so angry that she stared wide-eyed.
At this time, Zhang Zheng spoke up:
