Several doctors immediately knelt on the ground, sweating profusely, and begged for mercy.
Qiao Zhuang frowned deeply: "Is there really no other way? It's just a broken leg, right? Can't we just put it back on?"
One of the doctors wiped the sweat from his face and said, "It would have been easier to handle before the apocalypse! But things are different now. We don't have anti-inflammatory drugs, and other medications are also in very short supply. If we don't remove the surgery, I'm afraid..."
Qiao Zhuang's expression was not good. He stared intently at the doctor and asked, "What are you afraid of? Speak!"
"It will get infected, and then it will cause tetanus, and then there will really be no cure. Seventh Brother will probably... be gone." When he said this, the doctor's words were so low that only he could hear them.
But what Lao Qi was most concerned about at that moment was his leg. However, when he heard that he would die if his leg was not amputated, he turned pale with fright.
"Big brother! Big brother! You have to save me! I'm doing this for you! You can't just abandon me!" Old Seven grabbed Qiao Zhuang by the bed and shook him desperately.
Qiao Zhuang gritted his teeth, unsure of what to say to comfort him. After a long while, he gently patted Lao Qi's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, as long as you're alive, that's all that matters. You were helping me this time, and as your older brother, I won't let my brother suffer like this! Even if you're bedridden in the future, I'll protect you. On this island, you're still Brother Qi! Trust me!"
When Lao Qi heard that Lao Da had also given up on his leg, his face turned pale. He looked at his calf, which was swollen beyond recognition. There was no medicine to reduce the swelling. If this continued, his leg would eventually become necrotic and cause tetanus, which would really kill him.
Thinking of this, Lao Qi gritted his teeth in anger. However, he was already a cripple. It was Qiao Zhuang who had asked him to do this. If he resented Qiao Zhuang now, Qiao Zhuang wouldn't hold it against him on the surface, but he knew he wouldn't have much of a chance to live behind his back. So, he could only blame all his anger on Lu Yuan.
"Big brother! You must avenge me! I lost this leg because of you, you have to avenge me! That kid crippled my leg! I don't want to be disabled!"
Qiao Zhuang gently patted the other person's shoulder and said, "Don't worry! I will definitely avenge you!"
Old Seven could only nod, but he read a hint of apology in Qiao Zhuang's eyes, and his heart immediately panicked.
Qiao Zhuang quietly pulled away from Lao Qi's arm, then gave a few instructions and left the room.
As they reached the door, Qiao Zhuang suddenly waved to the doctors.
One of the doctors hurriedly went over, bowing and scraping, and asked, "Mr. Qiao, what are your instructions?"
"Seventh Brother is already a cripple. You should know our rules. I don't need to tell you what to do, right?"
The doctor's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly nodded, saying, "Yes, yes, Mr. Qiao, I know. Is it... is it to arrange something relaxing for Seventh Brother?"
Qiao Zhuang paused for a moment, then sneered, "With medicine so scarce, let's not waste it. Let's make things as easy for him as possible!"
After saying that, Qiao Zhuang turned and left as if nothing had happened. He made a decisive choice regarding the life of the brother who had been working tirelessly for him, with an expression as casual as if he were just going to kill a chicken.
As the doctor watched Qiao Zhuang's retreating figure, he felt a cold sweat pour down his back. This Qiao Zhuang was indeed a ruthless person; he killed his own brother without hesitation, simply because he had lost a leg.
But the order had already been given, so he had no choice but to carry it out.
So the doctors returned to the operating room with saws, knives and other instruments to prepare to operate on Lao Qi, but the doctor from before suddenly came over.
"I'll be the surgeon today!"
The other doctors were taken aback for a moment, but didn't think much of it. After all, it was extremely difficult to be the lead surgeon, and they generally wouldn't try to take the lead.
Old Seven lay on the hospital bed, a towel stuffed in his mouth and clenched tightly. His muscles were tense, and the iron bed trembled with his movements.
The doctor sighed and gently patted the seventh brother's shoulder, saying, "Seventh brother, it might hurt a bit later, so why don't you cover your face?"
Upon hearing this, Lao Qi burst into tears. It is said that people always feel something before they die, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but shed tears. It wasn't that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't hold back, and the tears just fell.
After sobbing for a while, Lao Qi finally spat out the towel from his mouth and said, "Give me... a quick death! Thank you!"
The other doctors exchanged glances, unsure of what the other person meant, but at least Lao Qi's emotions were much more stable now, so they no longer needed to expend too much effort to restrain him.
The doctor nodded slightly.
The seventh brother slowly closed his eyes, without even biting the towel.
Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in the surgeon's hand, and then a sharp scalpel plunged directly into Lao Qi's throat.
Immediately, blood gushed out with a "hissing" sound, spraying blood all over the room, and the doctor's white coat was now red.
Old Seven's eyes widened, and he tried to speak but couldn't utter a word. He only felt a sharp pain in his throat. Then, the doctor increased the force in his hand, and the sharp scalpel went straight through the bone in his throat and into the brainstem, where it was violently twisted.
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