"Whoa—, dude, who are you?!!"
Ren Zhengcong, though a medical college graduate,
was completely stunned by the swift, accurate, and precise knife skills.
Ten minutes later.
A set of artificial airway breathing apparatus was delivered from the village medical room.
"Damn, not even a drop of blood went in!"
With the airway device in place, the 15-second cycle method had only been cycled once, and the patient, who had just died, immediately regained vital signs.
And could even breathe on their own.
Ren Zhengcong felt like he was dreaming tonight.
After all, an expert can see the intricacies.
Many who are not skilled in clearing airways might even cause the patient to choke on their own blood.
This is why he hesitated to act just now.
"Hahaha, Dr. Zhang, you're something else!!"
Seeing his Sixth Brother gradually recover, even able to slowly open his eyes,
Secretary Jia felt notably relieved.
"That's great! That's great! Dr. Zhang, I really thank you!"
