At the same time, he raised his head and spoke to the anesthetist preparing to administer medication for Xiao Zihan:
"I just took a quick look at our painkillers, and I think we should use the one we produce."
As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and took out a small bottle.
Upon hearing his words, everyone in the operating room, including the anesthetist and the delivery doctor, all showed peculiar expressions, looking at Lin Yi with confused eyes.
Finally, the doctor mainly responsible for the delivery spoke up:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, we have protocols here that don't allow the use of external medications.
So the medication you brought, we really can't use it on your wife. If anything were to go wrong, we couldn't bear responsibility."
Looking at the small bottle Lin Yi handed over, the delivery doctor shook her head helplessly.
After all, in her view, Lin Yi was probably just too worried about his wife.
