"A ghost with warmth in its eyes? If there's warmth in their eyes, aren't they human?" Chen Ge couldn't understand what Dr. Sun meant.
"Dr. Sun! Do you have any antibiotics?" Patient Number Two's voice came from inside the Emergency Room. "We just bandaged the wound and stopped the bleeding, but the wound on his chest suddenly got worse again. A lot of pus is coming out!"
"The wound suddenly got worse?" Chen Ge hurried over too. He didn't think it could be a coincidence.
Inside the room, Chen Ge saw bandages and all kinds of miscellaneous items scattered across the floor. Zhang Jingjiu was unconscious on the operating table, his chest no longer rising and falling.
"He's still alive, but he's lost consciousness. However, if we let the wound keep getting worse, he probably won't make it through the night." Patient Number Two was panting, both hands covered in blood. He looked a little frightening.
"Why did the wound suddenly get worse?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's because the wound is too deep." Dr. Fang stood beside the operating table, wearing gloves. He looked very professional. "I need hydrogen peroxide to flush the outer wound and iodine to disinfect it. By the way, there are black threads stuck in the flesh around the wound. He might have contracted some kind of fungus. To treat him, we'd have to operate in a sterile environment."
Dr. Fang was sweating profusely. "I've never done a surgery like this, and we don't have all the equipment here. We need to find a professional doctor!"
Then he looked at Dr. Sun and Dr. Gao. "We can put our treatment aside for now. Saving this patient's life is more important."
"Looking at me won't help. Dr. Gao and I are psychiatrists. We probably know even