Xiao Lin pondered for a moment but couldn't help voicing his concern. Summer Snow had been frightened, and he wasn't sure if she could continue with such a surgery. It was physically demanding, and without a good mindset, unpredictable mistakes might occur on the operating table. He couldn't risk Xiao Lang's life.
Summer Snow nodded. She could only help him a little bit, seeing the formidable person being killed by him with just one hand. She realized she was powerless to help him.
"Alright, go get a sheet."
As Summer Snow was bewildered, Xiao Lin had already entered the room, drew out the sheet from the bed, handed one end to Summer Snow, and folded it, threading it under Xiao Lang's body to make a makeshift stretcher.
"Why are you so familiar with this?" Summer Snow's question made Xiao Lin smile. "I know you're a military doctor, but there's no war now. Where did you get such skills?"
"I'll tell you everything, but not now."
