"Are you sure?" Li Yan's stern demeanor created an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"..." Hao Yicheng nearly swallowed his own tongue, unable to utter a single word.
Sure or not sure...
"In the first year of military service, while performing a battlefield mission, I accidentally dislocated my arm. A certain doctor twisted it crooked while setting the bone, leaving it misaligned. I had to recast it and wear a cast for another month!"
"Uh..."
"The same year, I was shot in the leg, and when a certain doctor was removing the electromagnetic wave, his hand shook and almost slashed through my artery, nearly causing me to bleed to death."
"This..."
"In the same year, while treating a teammate, a certain doctor, unaware of how to use a syringe, pushed the needle through the skin, earning the qualification as a doctor fit for embroidery."
"I..."
"Finally, that doctor gave up internal medicine and switched to being a surgeon. He even..."
