The pirated doctor in American comics

Of course Yan Ding would not treat other people's lives as child's play, but at this time, according to his own experience, this call was unavoidable.

Because the consequences of not answering the phone are obviously much more serious than the consequences of Miss Killer getting angry later.

Yan Ding answered the phone and listened to the beautiful female voice saying the routine lines with an expressionless face.

"I know, I'll be there." Put down the phone and walked downstairs.

At this time, Miss Killer's face had turned pale with pain, and she glared at Yan Ding angrily. She watched Yan Ding pick up the scalpel again with his ungloved hand, and rolled her eyes helplessly. After all, the abdominal cavity had been opened, and again It was impossible to sew the wound back on my own, so I could only endure it for the time being and settle the score later.

After the wound is sutured, the next bullet will appear in Yan Ding's mind.

Miss Killer thought so, but things obviously wouldn't go as smoothly as he thought.

While the silver needle blocked the blood flow, it also prevented the beautiful killer lady from bleeding to death because Yan Ding answered the phone.

But the time that the silver needle can seal the pulse is approaching the limit. It is impossible for that thin needle alone to seal the blood flow for such a long time.

Moreover, it is said that the blood flow is blocked, but in fact the blood is still flowing slowly, but the flow rate of this part of the blood has slowed down.

At this time, Yan Ding's eyes narrowed slightly, and the blood that had been flowing slowly just now stopped strangely.

It really stopped, as if there was an invisible force blocking the wound.

Miss Killer is obviously aware of this. During her many years of missions, she is accustomed to using her own body as a weapon, so her understanding of her body is naturally far beyond that of ordinary people.

For normal people, there is no difference whether the blood flow is slowed down or stagnated.

But it was still a perceptible change for her.

At this time, she remained calm and just wrote down this change secretly.

Sure enough, not all of this doctor's mythical medical skills stem from the mystery of traditional Chinese medicine.

The subsequent blood stagnation is definitely not the effect of the silver needle.

But the pain and stimulation had made her brain a little sluggish, and she could only do her best to prevent herself from leaking any flaws.

Fortunately, the role she chose was a killer, which was easier to act.

The pincher gently removes the bullet that entered the abdominal cavity, 9 pistol bullets, the most common type of bullet.

Most civilian pistols in the United States are of this caliber, and being hit by a 9-caliber pistol bullet is the most common injury.

The bullet rolled in the abdominal cavity and tore part of the internal organs and intestines, but she arrived just in time and didn't take long.

An injury of this degree is easy to handle. Even a newly graduated surgeon can handle such an injury as long as he can overcome the psychological pressure.

But there was a reason why Miss Killer didn't find anyone else to look for Yan Ding.

Because Yan Ding is already well-known and is a very famous illegal doctor.

This reputation is only among the customer group.

Such a great reputation is obviously not something that can be obtained by parallel-imported medical skills.

I saw Yan Ding skillfully putting the torn internal organs together without using any stitches.

Instead, an unknown liquid was used.

Miss Killer could clearly see Yan Ding spraying twice on the wound section, gluing her torn internal organs together like glue to wood.

No matter how you look at it, it’s unreliable.

Of course, the main thing that was torn was the intestines, and cleaning up the filth was also an important project.

Yan Ding professionally took out Miss Killer's intestines and shook them.

Some of the filth that had leaked out due to the damage to the intestines was shaken clean.

Miss Killer had a big mouthful of words in her throat, and she vomited it up out of nowhere.

"Are you sure you can clean it up like this?" The pain has passed. Although it is still unbearable at the moment, it does not affect Miss Killer's ability to speak.

“I believe in my craft.”

craft

Damn craftsmanship

are you cooking

Miss Killer is well-informed and can see that what Yan Ding did just now is a certain process of processing ingredients for a certain dish on the other side of the ocean.

Her face, which was pale due to pain, turned dark, and she was on par with her boss.

I have to admit that Yan Ding's craftsmanship is really good.

After such a shake, the dirt on the intestines was really shaken clean, including the blood standing on it.

The original pink color of the intestines was revealed.

The killer lady just watched helplessly as her intestines were shaken out, coiled up, and stuck like a water pipe.

Even the three-inch-long wound on his abdominal cavity was glued up in such a simple and crude way.

The movements were so fast that Miss Killer could hardly react.

Obviously, Yan Ding was in a hurry.

Miss Killer was very dissatisfied with Yan Ding's attitude towards errands.

"That's it, I spent 3 dollars." The killer lady calmly took out the pistol from the holster, and the position of the gun pointed at the lady killer's mood.

Sure enough, it would be better to shoot his head off with one shot.

"Of course, it's precisely because you spent 3 dollars to be so fast." Yan Ding shrugged as he turned to leave, as if he didn't realize that a gun was pointed at his head.

"So I paid for a high-end service." Miss Killer's voice was gritted, if this was really a high-end service.

Then she really regretted not buying a regular set meal.

"Golden VIP, you are my first big customer, and I have served you very carefully." Yan Ding took out a hand towel and wiped his hands before getting ready to go out.

Apparently he had no intention of washing his hands.

This behavior obviously also fell into the eyes of Miss Killer.

She was about to explode.

This casual attitude is obviously what he usually does.

When I think about it, these hands were performing surgery on me just now.

She felt that she needed to go to a regular hospital to get a tetanus shot and carefully check her wound.

Taking this task was simply the biggest mistake of my life.

Miss Killer subconsciously stroked her belly, but was suddenly stunned.

Flat belly, extremely smooth.

The long and hideous wound just now mysteriously disappeared.

Miss Killer couldn't help but fell into a daze.

Of course it was short-lived, and Miss Killer quickly came to her senses, but within such a short period of time, the illegal doctor who had just performed the surgery on her disappeared.

There was also a voice coming from afar:

"Help me guard the door."

Miss Killer was stunned for a moment and suddenly reacted.

Another burst of anger rose, but he didn't know who to direct it at.

But her eyes fell on the medicinal solution Yan Ding had just used on her.

With his eyes flashing, he walked over and put the medicine in his pocket.

Then he walked upstairs, filled his withered waist bag, and left with brisk steps.