The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 1673

He shouted angrily, “I don’t care who you are. Get out of here now and don’t interrupt me from saving the patient!”

With that said, the hospital director opened Uriah’s wounds with tweezers and used a special precision device to clean toxins from the wound.

The device sucked fluid from the area around the wound into a vacuum bottle. It could suck out toxins to a certain extent but also remove fluids and blood from the wound and even some soft tissue, thus causing some damage to the patient.

One could see it in Uriah’s still-contorted face while he was unconscious.

Hezti tried to say more, but Benita raised his hand and stopped him.

The hospital director ignored Benita and Hezti and proceeded to perform minimally invasive surgery on Uriah. As he worked, he cleaned up more than two dozen minor wounds on Uriah’s face and body. However, Uriah’s vital signs remained low as he showed no signs of waking up.

As time went on, his face got paler. Even his lips lost their color.

“That’s strange. Why hasn’t he woken up…”

The hospital director held the device in his hand as he muttered to himself in confusion.

“That’s because the toxin hasn’t been completely removed. Some of it has entered his body and started to spread,” Benita replied succinctly.

The hospital director immediately sighed when he heard that.

“That’s the worst possible outcome. That way, there is no hope of treatment for this patient.”

Hezti snorted and said, “I asked you to stop and let commander take over, but you refused. Are you trying to escape now that you know you can’t do it?”

“I’m speaking facts.” Hezti replied immediately.

The hospital director was furious but could not argue because it was exactly what Hezti said.

“There’s nothing I can do if it’s something as chronic as cancer. But poisonings and common sword wounds aren’t really a problem for me,” Benita said with a smile.

Hearing Benita’s words, the hospital director did not lower his head but stubbornly said, “Okay, save him now. I’ll see how you’re going to save him. If you manage to save him, I’ll apologize to your face! If you can’t, apologize to me!”

“No problem…” Benita said and stood on the side of the operating table.

Hezti opened the suitcase he had been carrying for a long time, revealing many tools.

Most of the tools in the suitcase were bright medical instruments such as scalpels, tweezers, and hemostatic forceps of various models and sizes. Besides these medical instruments was a row of long and short silver needles.

“Give me silver needle number three to nine,” Benita said, raising his right hand.

Hezti did not reply. It was a waste of time to answer at such a time.