After finishing his work at the hospital, Lin Jie got into the car.
He instructed to go home, then took a scalpel out of his pocket, skillfully twirling it between his fingers.
It was a short-handled scalpel.
To prevent it from cutting through his pocket, the scalpel blade was encased in a transparent hard plastic cover.
Since coming back from Guangshen, Lin Jie had kept such a scalpel in his pocket.
Having this scalpel on him gave Lin Jie a sense of reassurance.
At this moment, Qin Gang, who was driving, suddenly spoke up, "Lin Jie, didn't you ask me to get in touch with some comrades a while back?"
"Yes, how did it go?"
Lin Jie put away the scalpel, sighing, "The hospital is bustling with people, you could say it's a place with all sorts running through."
"Currently, the doctor-patient relationship is a bit tense, a security team with strong fighting abilities is needed."
