Sun Xiaohu's home, both inside and outside, was surrounded by villagers eager to watch the spectacle.
People craned their necks curiously, trying to peer through the thick curtains to see what was happening inside.
But inside the house, Lin Yifan was frowning deeply at the moment.
Performing surgery under such crude conditions was undoubtedly going to be quite challenging.
"Second Uncle, call Xizhu and ask him to bring the herbs I gathered yesterday. Also, contact the town clinic and have them send some anti-inflammatory injections. If the roads are blocked, let our people wait at the hill. They must be delivered within the next three hours. Also, find a way to get me some alcohol. If there's really none, high-proof liquor will do."
Lin Yifan pondered for a moment and instructed his Second Uncle.
"Alright, I'll find someone to take care of it."
Second Uncle agreed and picked up the phone to start contacting people.
