Otherwise, these passengers wouldn't have the attitude they have now; they probably wouldn't even have time to escape.
The battle in the front carriages was still ongoing, and Chen Qing worked quickly, treating one patient per minute on average.
She left the more troublesome cases for last; what had been a clean carriage was now covered in blood.
Fresh blood flowed on the ground as the patients, in agony, gnawed on towels and whimpered, unable to make any loud noises. Torn flesh and broken bones were scattered everywhere.
Chen Qing did not administer any anesthesia to them, her scalpel gleaming with a cold light, as she unhesitatingly cut away at the necrotic tissue.
This was a true crime scene from a horror film.
When the pirates arrived, this was the exact scene they witnessed.
"..."
They couldn't help but swallow hard, their feet, poised to step forward, were unable to move.
They had not expected the medical skills of the esteemed Chen Qing to be so... unrestrained.
