Everyone was watching the group messages while talking.
Those who weren't in the group came over to watch the fun.
"Alright, alright, I don't have that kind of skill. It was Teacher Zhang who did it. At the time, I couldn't stop the femoral artery bleeding at all."
He Xiaohong looked completely haggard.
Today, he almost faced a devastating psychological blow to his career—Sixth Uncle died right in front of him.
So he kept replaying it in his mind.
If the other person wasn't a military doctor, then how on earth did they manage to stop the femoral artery bleeding so precisely with bare hands, such a ridiculous move?
"Ah???
"What the hell???"
"Brother Hong, you must be joking!"
As soon as these words came out.
The ten or twenty people who had been noisy just now were all stunned.
Especially the young nurse, her wide eyes looked at He Xiaohong.
Teacher Zhang is a veterinarian.
A veterinarian stopping bleeding, must be kidding!
