"Damn it, stitched it too early!!"
"Comparing oneself to others is infuriating!"
"Nurse beauty, please arrange for this doctor brother to stitch me up too!"
...
Inside a ward.
More than a dozen injured people.
And Zhang Lingchuan at this moment was suturing a two hundred plus pounds guy with a gash over 20 centimeters long on his chest.
After examination, perhaps due to being too fat with thick armor, besides superficial wounds, there wasn't much of a problem, in simple terms, it just needed to be stitched up.
So Yin Xiaoxiao brought Zhang Lingchuan to the ward to help.
Zhang Lingchuan's master-level suturing left the tattoo as vivid as ever.
The eyes of the guys with injuries nearby were shining brightly.
"Isn't it true! Look at my eagle tattoo from last time, now when I go to the bathhouse people ask me why I got a hen head tattooed on my chest, damn! I want to chop the dog doctor who stitched me last time!!"
