"Alright, if you say no anesthesia, then we won't use any. We can even save on resources. You're truly remarkable."
Gu Jiaojiao went along with it and praised the injured man, drawing out the ends of her words in a soft, gentle voice.
She noted the dirt smudged on Han Jingshen's face but didn't seem to mind. He didn't look like a high-ranking official at all.
But judging by Dean Rong's deference, Gu Jiaojiao knew this young, injured man held a high position.
'It's clear the army really forges a person,' she thought. 'From the perspective of his profession, Han Jingshen is definitely up to par.'
Everything was already prepared. She took only five minutes, and with a CLINK, she tossed the bullet casing into the aluminum tray beside her.
Xia Qiuming respectfully handed her the suture needle, thread, and gauze. Gu Jiaojiao took another five minutes to suture the wound.
Her movements were not only deft but also gentle, and the resulting stitches were beautifully done.
