God, he could complete such a high-precision operation with a single golden needle, and it was in such simple conditions. More importantly, he actually had such a magical medicine. Just by applying a little on the wound, he could heal a terrible wound on a person's back. Who was this person? How could he be so powerful? How could he be so handsome?
"Where's the stretcher? Why don't you bring it here?" Jacob frowned.
Only then did the nurses come to their senses. They hurriedly pushed the stretcher over. Jacob held Scarlett up horizontally. Now, the wounds on her back had just healed, so she couldn't lie down. Jacob asked her to lie on her front in the bed.
"Let her rest in this posture first. She will be able to lie on her back in six hours. Oh, she will wake up soon, but I have already treated her wounds. You don't have to worry about her. Just let her rest in the hospital," Jacob instructed.
"Okay, okay." The two nurses nodded quickly.