Jiang Lin did not hesitate, carried the man to his lounge and started treatment.
Jiang Lin took out professional medical tools from the cabinet and began to disinfect the man's wounds and stop the bleeding. He was shocked when he cut open the man's clothes with scissors - there was a large burn on the man's chest.
Looking at the man's injuries, Jiang Lin did not hesitate, but disinfected and bandaged the bleeding.
The professional was indeed a professional, and it didn't take long for the man's wound to be taken care of.
Now only the root of the thigh is left.
"Do you want to take off his pants?" Jiang Lin stretched out his hand, hesitating slightly.
"Forget it, saving people is more important. In my eyes, the thing inside is just an organ anyway..." Jiang Lin thought in his heart and started to take action.
Disinfection, hemostasis and bandaging were three procedures, and Jiang Lin was only missing one bandage.
"What the hell are you doing? Why are you taking off my pants?" The man suddenly sat up and looked at Jiang Lin wrapping a bandage on his thigh.
"I'm a doctor and I'm saving you. Lie down and don't move. The wound will open." Jiang Lin started to bandage the man's wound when he saw that there was no blood leaking out.
"What's your name?"
"Ji Qingyi."
"Ji Yiran?"
"Ji Qingyi's Qing, Ji Qingyi's Yi." "
They met because of a fire, and they met by fate.
"Jianglin, Shuangmulin. "
Intention: Encounter becomes a tragedy