Chapter 1783


    Jagoan was not surprised that Jagoan had to amputate. When he followed Jagoan to war, he would


    often encounterrades 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 woulde 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 ced 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…”


    “Cough! J-Just call me Bob Daniels…” Yvonne’s father coughed as he spoke.


    “Okay, Mr. Daniels. Please don’t move. Hold still…” Jagoan said as he rubbed alcohol on the dagger in


    his hand and ced it over the alcoholmp to burn it.


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    He was disinfecting it.


    Double disinfection with alcohol and the alcohol burner’s me could kill all the bacteria and pathogens


    on the dagger.


    Both Shania and Uriah gulped as they watched how skillful Jagoan was.


    Would Jagoan’s surgery be sessful?


    They looked around at the dirty, messy yard and the red brick floor beneath their feet.


    Could such an ordinary environment smoothly facilitate a difficult surgical operation like amputation?


    “Put him under anesthesia…” Jagoan said to Jagoan.


    “Yes, Commander,” Jagoan replied in acknowledgment and took arge syringe out of the medical kit.


    However, the syringe did not contain a lot of anesthetic.


    Seeing Jagoane up to him with a syringe so thick and so long, Bob shuddered with fear.


    “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt a lot. In fact, ourmander doesn’t use anesthesia when he performs


    amputations on soldiers on the battlefield. Of course, you’re not a soldier. You probably can’t withstand


    too much pain, so it’s best to give you a local anesthetic to ease the pain,” Jagoan kindly exined to


    Bob.


    Bob was even more afraid when he heard Jagoan’s words.


    Trembling with fear and pale, Yvonne said hesitantly, “Does… Does Commander Jagoan often


    amputate people?”


    Jagoan pondered for a moment and exined, “Not very often. It’s usually done on the battlefield. After


    all, there are professional doctors to do the surgery after the war is over. Themander doesn’t need


    to do it himself, of course. It’s only during the war when the field doctors can’t treat them in time where


    ourmander has no choice but to amputate them.”