They saw the joy on Luo Shimiao's face, and without thinking twice, the two men grabbed her arms and dragged her away.
Luo Shimiao glanced at their equipment. The stairwell was too cramped, and starting a conflict would be disadvantageous for him. He then showed panic on his face: "What are you going to do?"
"Doctor, don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."
"I'm not a doctor, but I'll go and find you a doctor."
A gun was pressed against her temple: "Stop talking nonsense."
She was taken to the morgue, where rows of white sheets came into view, and the place was overflowing with corpses.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Luo Shimiao swallowed hard. Holy crap, they wouldn't be asking her to come and harvest organs, would they?
"General, the man has been brought."
A dignified face came into Luo Shimiao's view. A general? She lowered her eyes to hide her emotions. What was a general doing hiding here?
The man's face was deathly pale, and blood was flowing from his right arm and left leg.
Gino opened his pale lips: "Take the bullet out of my leg, and I'll let you go after that." He gestured to his subordinates to release her.
The soldier who was holding Luo Shimiao's arm released his grip.
Luo Shimiao saw the medical kit on the ground and met the man's sharp, murderous eyes: "Let me make it clear first, I'm not a doctor. I only know a little bit. The hospital is short-staffed, and I'm just here to help."
"The bullet retrieval process may be a little irregular, please understand."
"Let's get started."
She took a deep breath, squatted down, and opened the first-aid kit, muttering to herself, "Everyone has a first-aid kit, wouldn't it be better if she got it herself? Bringing me here won't have the same effect, it's unnecessary."
Cut away the fabric around the wound with scissors, wipe away the blood, pick up the bottle labeled "anesthetic," and use a syringe to extract the anesthetic.
Two questions popped into my head: What dosage? Where should the local anesthesia be administered?
It would be terrible if the excessive amount of blood caused someone to die; there didn't seem to be any extra beds in the morgue.
Luo Shimiao held the syringe to his thigh, unsure of where to begin.
He gritted his teeth, looked up, and tentatively asked, "How about... we don't need anesthesia?"
Gino lifted his eyes, his brown eyes staring straight at her: "Why?"
“I’m not a professional anesthesiologist, I don’t know the dosage, what if…” Her gaze was honest and firm.
He gave a slight smirk: "Mm."
A hint of joy appeared in Luo Shimiao's eyes. So this meant he agreed. This general was quite easy to talk to.
She rolled up the gauze and held it to his mouth: "Bite on it."
Then he picked up the tweezers and buried his head to remove the bullet.
"Hmm..."
Gino bit down hard on the gauze, large beads of sweat streaming down his cheeks.
I've had this done before without anesthesia, so why does it hurt so much this time?
What is she doing stirring things up in there?!
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