Chopin didn't understand medicine, but indeed he had a decent clinic and a doctor with passable skills. Hua Qingyi had not completely lowered his guard; even though he appeared relaxed, his nerves were secretly on high alert.
The clinic was not large; compared to big hospitals, its equipment was quite simple, but if you insist on doing some complicated surgeries, it is still manageable as long as it's not opening up a chest or skull. The equipment can handle those.
Dr. Zhang was a very good anesthesiologist, as well as a very good surgeon.
When he picked up the scissors, Hua Qingyi stood up, instinctively blocking Xiao Lin with his distrustful inclination towards outsiders.
Dr. Zhang looked at Hua Qingyi in confusion, with an expression seeming to suggest he was crazy. However, Xiao Lin was experiencing short-term mental paralysis due to excessive bleeding, and this situation was on the brink of crisis, so he had to speak up, even though speaking was quite a chore for him.
