Jagoan was not surprised that Jagoan had to amputate. When he followed Jagoan to war, he would often encounter comrades who had their arms or legs ruined by bombs.

In the absence of field doctors, it was difficult to preserve the soldiers’ lives. Jagoan had no choice but to treat the soldiers himself to save them.

Over time, Jagoan became skilled at amputation. Although his amputation skills were simple and crude, the results were always surprisingly good. Besides that, the time required was short-about 20% or even 10% of the time required for amputations performed by professional doctors.

What seemed strange to Jagoan was that Jagoan would come to the slum to perform an amputation on such a poor man who could not afford a doctor.

Though he found it strange, Jagoan said nothing. As soon as he got in front of Jagoan, he placed the medical kit on the ground, opened it, and quickly lit an alcohol burner for Jagoan.

Jagoan held a bright dagger in his hand.

It was not a scalpel but a military dagger often used by soldiers. It was sharp and solid but did not look suitable for surgery. After all, surgery was renowned for its precision.

“Yvonne’s father, you…”

call me Bob Daniels…” Yvonne’s father coughed as

rubbed alcohol on the dagger in his hand and placed

He was disinfecting it.

the alcohol burner’s flame could kill all the bacteria and pathogens

Uriah gulped as they watched how skillful Jagoan

surgery

messy yard and

such an ordinary environment smoothly facilitate a difficult surgical operation

anesthesia…”

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