While the captain sneered, Qin Xin had already, as if nobody else was there, sterilized the scalpel and shaved a small patch of hair from the old professor's head.
In the dim light, she accurately found the bleeding point.
Even the captain, who had been scolding vigorously, fell silent; he didn't expect her to locate the surgical site so quickly and accurately.
"It must be luck, hmph, you probably can't perform the next step, can you?"
"Intracranial hemostasis is not that easy to perform!"
"You don't have precision instruments, no hemostatic clamps, no..."
The captain rambled on.
In such poor field conditions, even he, as a brain specialist, had no confidence in saving this old man.
The best strategy was to give up.
However, in the next second, Qin Xin had quickly cut open the old professor's skull.
The subsequent operation was... bloodletting!
The captain was taken aback.
At first, he couldn't believe Qin Xin really opened up the old man's skull.
