A minor operation?! No! I was stunned. Is this person too confident or too arrogant? Don’t you have met a quack who is a big talk?!

Compared to Daozi's surprise and disbelief, Ouyang Ren's expression seemed very calm. He was told by the doctor before that he could be pulled back from the underworld road by this person, but now he is still breathing. This kind of injury is not too simple for Jian'er.

"Okay, Brother Ouyang, let's start with you." Jian'er put the things she wanted to use on the chair she pulled over casually, disinfected it, and then turned back to Ouyang Biandao.

"Wait, wait!" Secretary Zhang, who had been beside him, couldn't stay this time. This, this is the beginning? There is no equipment, no personnel, and there is not even medicine (Jian'er protests: Who said there is no medicine?! Didn't you see this medicine already neatly?), surgery is performed under such conditions?! Isn't this kidding on the patient's life!

"No, it's okay, this is just a small problem for Jane Jane, right, Jane Jane?" Ouyang Ren looked trusting.

"You really believe me." Jian'er gave Ouyang Ren a beautiful little eye and said unhappy.

"Of course I believe you, so didn't I hand over my 180 pounds to you?" Ouyang Ren just smiled, and then looked at Jian'er with a trusty expression on his face.

Since the person involved said this, it is not easy to say anything, either Secretary Zhang or Daozi, but as Jian'er was not paying attention, he secretly took out his cell phone and sent a message to Dr. Zheng to come over. In this way, if something goes wrong with Jian'er later, at least one person can help with remedy, right?

But what happened next almost blinded Zhang Gui and the titanium alloy dog ​​eyes of the knife.

Is this person transforming magic? They saw Jian'er first stretched out his hand and directly helped Ouyang Ren call his pulse again, as if he wanted to confirm something.

Soon Jian'er took back the little hand that was taking the pulse: "Okay, let's start officially!" Jian'er said, while carefully taking out the scissors and starting to cut the bandages on Ouyang Ren. Secretary Zhang and Daozi, who were beside him, moved their throats, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end he gritted his teeth and held back the ones who had already run to the tip of his tongue to the left.

"Brother Ouyang, let's start with the easy-to-treat places." Jian'er said, moving his hands, "There is no problem with those wounds that have been sewn together. Just wait until it heals itself. At most, it will only leave a scar in the future. If you don't like it, remove the whole shape and remove it."

"No need." Ouyang Ren's black line. Anyway, there are many scars of all sizes on his body. These scars are like a man's medal to him. Plastic surgery? There is no need at all.

"That's all I said, you can do whatever you want to do if you are done." Jian'er didn't care much, "The most important thing you are now is the gunshot injury."

Jian'er said, while dismantling the circle of blood-seeking gauze: "Brother Ouyang, you are actually very lucky. Fortunately, the bullets on your body are not stuck in the bones, and they do not hurt important meridians. When it is healed, it will not have much impact on you. It is a blessing in disgrace."

"Is that true?" Ouyang Ren curled a reluctant smile. He was quite lucky to say that, right?

"But Dr. Zheng said..." At this time, Daozi, who was standing aside, couldn't help it and opened his mouth to speak.

"I know what you want to say." Jian'er interrupted the knife with words, "You want to say the bullet in your chest."

"How do you know?" Daozi blurted out. He didn't say carefully about the captain's injury. Although the captain had a bandage on his chest, it might have been another injury (after all, Ouyang Ren's body has a gunshot wound, so how could the person in front of him be sure that it must be a gunshot wound?

"Didn't I take my pulse just now?" Jian'er raised the corner of her eyes and looked at Daozi with a strange look. He didn't see that he took his pulse, so why would he ask such a stupid question?

"You can also take this pulse." The knife was ashamed as a hand, looking incredible.

He gave this person a beautiful "white-eyed fruit". Jian'er didn't want to repeat this obvious problem. He accelerated his hands and feet and helped Ouyang Ren deal with the gunshot wounds on his body. Jian'er was glad that Ouyang Ren was a new injury. The muscle tissue and outsiders (warheads) in his body were still in the state of returning to the bridge and returning to the road. This state was much easier to deal with than those old injuries.

I saw Jian'er's hand wipe, and a few sharp silver needles were already buckled by her fingertips. Then with a wave of his hand, the silver needle flew out and stabbed Ouyang Ren's body. Then Jian'er flicked the tail of the needle that was still beating a few times, and then he saw the muscle groups on Ouyang Ren's wounded began to squirm... Then he just arrived...

"Dingdang--" With a light sound, a blood-tip of "peanuts" was thrown by Jian'er into the porcelain plate that was placed there before.

"This, I'm taking it out?" Daozi widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide, wondering if he was dazzled just now. He swallowed his saliva, Daozi couldn't help but walk up a few steps, trying to get closer to see if the image before was his own hallucination.

"It's blocking the light!" Jian'er reminded him angrily.

"Ah, hug, sorry." Daozi hurriedly let go. Jian'er didn't answer, but she hadn't finished what she had done.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..." A series of sounds sounded, and every time he thought, it meant that a shrapnel on his body was cleaned up. That speed and efficiency were simply shameful to many Western doctors.

"Huh---, OK." Jian'er stood up.

"This, is it all right?" Daozi asked in disbelief.

"How is that possible!" Jian'er gave Daozi an idiot-looking look. This guy didn't have eyes, ears, or was not attentive. Didn't he hear himself saying that he would first deal with those easily treated injuries? And he just now reminded her that Ouyang Ren was shot in the chest, but the place had not been treated yet, so how could it be all cured?

However, Ouyang Ren is really short of that... Jian'er moved her fingers and began to prepare for the final treatment.

"Brother Ouyang, are you ready? I'm going to start taking the bullet on your chest." Jian'er said, confirming that his fingers had completely moved.

"Okay." Ouyang Ren nodded.
Chapter completed!