Field Medic: Backstabbed by His Brother at the Beginning

My brother of twelve years personally delivered the refurbished steel plate into my operating room. The seventeen-year-old boy died on stage. The supplies list is signed with my name. There is an extra 63,000 in the bank card. The person who testified against me was my brother. In the interrogation room, he leaned close to my ear. "If you don't die, how will the patent in your hand get into our hands?" He thought I was just a regular doctor. He didn't know that I had just returned from the war. Codenamed The Lancet. "Lao Wu, you lose." I laughed. "When did you get the illusion that I had already started playing my cards?"