"Someone come! Hold him down for me! Hurry!" Doctor Hong could barely keep the blood-soaked injured soldier lying on the bed still. The soldier's reproductive organs were injured, and the pain was unbearable, making it impossible for him to stay put. He kept yelling, begging Doctor Hong to kill him with a sword.
However, Doctor Hong had already examined the wound. If treated in time, it might still be saved. But if delayed any further, he might bleed to death, and even a deity could not save him then.
At this moment, there was no one available for Doctor Hong to command.
Ignoring the gender difference, Bai Qingyan took two steps forward in one stride and held the soldier down tightly. "Don't move, endure it. Doctor Hong is highly skilled in medicine. There might be a chance he can save it. If you keep moving and delay the treatment, it might not be saved!"
