Pei Shu'er sighed, picked up General Zhao's severed arm and glanced at it, realizing that it was severed within the last hour.
Although General Zhao had lost a lot of blood, it was stopped in time by several military doctors, so it wasn't too serious.
Pei Shu'er said, "Let me reattach General Zhao's arm."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was first taken aback, then quickly looked at Pei Shu'er with disbelief in their eyes.
"Miss Pei, are you serious?"
Pei Shu'er nodded and said to everyone, "I'll give it a try, but right now, you all need to give me space to operate, and leave a few people to assist me. Only then can I carry out the treatment."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at the military doctors, who nodded.
However, they still had some doubts that couldn't be ignored.
"General Zhao's arm has been severed for some time, and the bones are broken. It's unlikely to be reattached successfully."
