Hua Tianyou and Ms Li had never seen these things before, and only felt that the cold gleam of the metal instruments under the light was hair-raising.
Han Lei first tested the blood of the assassin and transfused it, hung the IV, anesthetized, and after completing these tasks, she then used scissors to cut open the clothes at the assassin's back.
"Tianyou, help me hold down his shoulders, don't let him move around."
Han Lei instructed while putting on gloves. The anesthesia would take a little while to take effect, but she couldn't wait any longer.
If the assassin wasn't deeply unconscious and could still feel pain, then let him hurt a bit first. Who told him to attempt to assassinate Zhao Zun! If it weren't to find out who was behind the plot, she wouldn't even deign to save him.
Hua Tianyou nodded, placing both hands on the assassin's shoulders.
When Han Lei picked up the scalpel, seeing its cold, sharp blade, Ms Li gasped, turning her face away.
