Before the medical staff could speak, Ling Chen had already torn open Kaelina's clothes, exposing the wound, a knife gash that was a full three inches wide. At this moment, fresh blood was ceaselessly pouring from the wound, staining Kaelina's abdomen red.
"Give me a knife."
Seeing Ling Chen's outstretched hand, the medical staff were momentarily stunned.
"What are you dawdling for, it's a matter of life and death, hurry up," Ling Chen urged anxiously.
Seeing that Kaelina was barely hanging on, looking as if she could die at any moment, the medical personnel finally snapped to attention. They quickly opened the medical kit and handed Ling Chen a scalpel. Following that, one of the medical staff placed an oxygen mask over Kaelina's face.
Holding the scalpel, Ling Chen concentrated intently on the wound, then carefully made a few centimeter-long incisions at both ends of the wound, widening it.
"Hemostats."
