Combat Medic: Betrayed by My Brothers from the Start

My brother of twelve years personally sent refurbished steel plates into my operating room.

A seventeen-year-old boy died on the operating table. The medical supplies were signed for under my name. My bank account suddenly had 63,000 yuan in it.

The man who testified against me was my brother.

In the interrogation room, he leaned close to my ear.

“If you don’t die, how are we supposed to get our hands on your patents?”

He thought I was just an ordinary doctor.

He didn’t know I’d just returned from the battlefield. Codename: Scalpel.

“Old Wu, you’ve lost.”

I smiled.

“When did you get the idea that I’d already started playing my cards?”