The bones were reconnected, the bullet was removed, sutured, blood transfused; every step was orderly. Xiao Qiao heard the footsteps of the doctors leaving and their conversation, saying she had lost too much blood and needed to rest.
She couldn't clearly hear what Roosevelt said, then she saw a stranger in a white coat come in. She slightly opened her eyes and saw a face full of stubble, holding a syringe with an especially thick needle.
MG was arguing about something, his voice buzzing in Xiao Qiao's ears, a bit irritating. Then she saw the pale yellow liquid in the doctor's syringe, transparent yellow.
She drowsily thought, the color is quite pretty.
MG asked, "Is it necessary to do this?"
"It's the officer's orders."
MG gritted his teeth; there were too many things he was powerless to prevent. The doctor looked at him, "Do you want to interfere?"
"I just think it's unnecessary."
"Because you like her."
