"Are there any casualties?" Yumi Ono asked.
"No casualties, they are surfacing."
"Good." Yumi Ono breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.
Song Xiaodong began treating Dragon Three's wound. The silver needles were like sharp blades, slicing an opening on Dragon Three's spear wound. Dragon Three bit his collar and didn't make a sound as Song Xiaodong inserted the needle, quickly stitched the two sections of intestines, put them back into the abdominal cavity, stitched it up, applied medicine, and wrapped it up with bandages, busy for twenty minutes.
There was a stretcher on the ship, and the Dragon Gate Warriors carried Dragon Three into the cabin to rest. Four divers from underwater also surfaced.
"Let me go, I want to speak with your boss!" Yumi Ono continued to struggle as Song Xiaodong waved his hand, bringing Yumi Ono in front of him.
