Chopin didn't understand medicine, but he did have a decent clinic and a doctor whose skills were passable. Hua Qingyi hadn't completely let down his guard; though he appeared relaxed, the nerves hidden behind were always on high alert.
The clinic wasn't large, and its equipment was quite rudimentary compared to some big hospitals. However, if you insisted on performing complex surgeries, it was still feasible, as long as it wasn't chest or cranial surgery; the equipment was sufficient to handle it.
Dr. Zhang was an excellent anesthesiologist, as well as a great surgeon.
When he picked up the scissors, Hua Qingyi stood up. Instinctively, his subjective distrust of outsiders caused him to block in front of Xiao Lin.
