Spy Wars: I have spy skills, it’s so damn cool!

When he sat on his hand, he felt the back of his hand slipping, and the pain made him think that the skin on the back of his hand was broken.

"hiss……"

The doctor couldn't help but gasp when he saw his hand.

"Young man, do you still want your hand back? Not only is there secondary damage, but there's also a rusty nail stuck in it."

"If you accidentally get infected, your hands will be in danger."

Sun Lang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

No, please don’t. My revolution has just begun. How can I do it with one hand missing?

I was about to say something, but then I remembered that the Japanese were still next to me and I couldn't reveal my identity, but I also couldn't scold the doctor and offend him.

As if he was frightened by the news, he said:

"Doctor, doctor, you have to think of a way. I can't let my hand become useless."

"I have been given all the good and expensive medicines. I have plenty of money."

He was startled at first, but thinking about the raw beef in the storage space, he knew that nothing would happen to his hand.

"Don't worry, let me take a look."

Sun Lang endured the pain and his mouth twitched.

See the doctor lift up the skin on the back of his hand.

Let him experience what it means to be torn apart.

He also clearly felt that the skin and flesh had been connected and grown together in some places, but were torn apart again by the doctor's light lift.

This is not completely grown together, otherwise he would definitely have suffered the pain of being skinned.

"Tsk tsk, your stretched skin has lost its elasticity and is useless. It needs to be cut off."

"The remaining skin is not enough to cover the entire back of your hand. How about I add a piece of pig skin for you?"

"Pig skin?"

Sun Lang went to see the doctor in disbelief, thinking the doctor was playing a joke on him.

"Yes, pig skin, don't worry, although this is my first time to change someone's skin, my skills are still pretty good."

Seeing the doctor in front of him staring at his hand and studying it, Sun Lang shuddered.

He suspected that the doctor wanted to experiment on his hand.

Return the pig skin? God damn pig skin.

No matter how you look at it, this guy seems to be a pervert.

In fact, Sun Lang vaguely remembered that pig skin seemed to be able to be transplanted, but he was not sure.

Even if the transplant was possible, Sun Lang felt that it would be difficult to accept both psychologically and physiologically.

Pig skin, that's pig skin.

"No, I don't need the pig skin. Please treat me quickly."

Sun Lang was very determined and shook his head.

"Ah," the doctor seemed to feel a little sorry.

"Okay then. I can stretch and pull the remaining skin on your hand to cover the wound. It may be a little tight afterwards, but it will return to normal after some adjustment."

Sun Lang: ...

Didn’t you just say that the remaining skin on the hand cannot cover the entire palm?

Haha, it turns out that he wanted to use his hand for experiments.

There are obviously better ways, but they insist on adding pig skin.

The surgery is required to suture the wound and clean the palm pierced by the nail, so anesthesia is necessary.

The anesthetic was quite strong and half of my body was numb.

Even half of my head is numb.

The numb feeling made Sun Lang a little sleepy, but he stayed awake and stared at the doctor's hands.

He was afraid that he would fall asleep, so this unscrupulous doctor secretly added pig skin to his diet.

After the back of his hand was sutured, the hole on the palm of his hand was cleaned, then medicine was applied and bandaged.

"Okay, be careful not to get this hand wet. It would be best if you don't get this hand wet for half a month."

"Also, if you get hurt again, your hand will really be useless."

This statement is somewhat exaggerated, but it is indeed something we should pay attention to.

Otherwise, there will definitely be some sequelae in the future.

"But it's okay, I have raw beef."

The hand cannot be restored to its original state, and there will definitely be no sequelae.

His hand was bandaged and hung around his neck. The anesthetic effect had not yet worn off. Sun Lang sat on the stool and was not in a hurry to leave. At the same time, he was thinking about one thing.

There is still a tough battle to fight in the afternoon, so you might as well take a break now.

Said to the doctor next to him:

"Doctor, is my hand really okay? What if it hurts, feels bad, or is uncomfortable after the anesthetic wears off?"

"This is a rusty nail. I know that thing can kill people."

The doctor thought about it and said, "Then you should be hospitalized for observation!"

"If you don't have a fever tonight, then everything will be fine."

This is exactly what Sun Lang wanted to say. He didn't mention it because he didn't want to arouse suspicion from others. Now that the doctor brought it up, there would be no problem.

Although this devil was already a dead man in his eyes, it was still better to be careful.

I was led by the nurse to a ward.

Sun Lang noticed the window in the ward at a glance, walked over slowly, stood by the window and looked out.

The location is great, overlooking a section of the main street.

Normally the streets are bustling with people, but now you can only occasionally see some Japanese soldiers passing by.

Thinking about what he had to do in the afternoon, Sun Lang's eyes showed a bit of impatience, but he also knew that he couldn't be impatient now.

He raised his injured hand and took a look.

He murmured with a little helplessness: "Hey, I will definitely get hurt again in the afternoon."

Sun Lang specifically requested a single room in a premium ward.

There was actually no decoration in the room, just a bed, a bedside table, and three stools.

Oh, and there's a three-blade fan overhead.

The most valuable thing in this ward is the one above your head.

The Japanese who were monitoring him were sitting outside the door.

Sun Lang closed the door and locked it.

The Japanese outside heard the sound of the door being locked, turned around and took a look, but said nothing.

He just saw that the window of the ward had iron bars.

No one outside can get in, and with him guarding the door, nothing will happen.

Or maybe the Japanese didn't take it seriously enough. If someone really wanted to kill Sun Lang, the iron bars couldn't stop them. There was no need to go in if they had a gun.

After locking the ward door, Sun Lang took out a piece of beef, tore open the package and started eating.

This time I ate one and a half pieces directly, and I couldn't finish the other half.

"Burp, eat more and you'll recover faster."

Sun Lang lay on the bed, rubbing his belly with a satisfied look on his face, feeling the comfort in his body.

Having eaten and drunk his fill and with the anesthetic still in his hands, Sun Lang closed his eyes and went to sleep while he could not feel the pain.

Sun Lang is actually a carefree person. He has an agent system to support him and beef to nourish his body.

He can fall asleep in seconds if he wants.

"Dong dong dong..."

He didn't know how long he slept before a knock on the door woke him up.

Then came the voice of the devil who was monitoring him:

"Director Sun, it's already noon, do you want to go eat?"

"Heh, eating is just an excuse, the main purpose is to see if I'm dead!"

After all, I didn't hear any movement in the room for a long time, so I wanted to see if he was okay.

I've never invited him to dinner before when I was with him.

Sun Lang was woken up from his comfortable sleep and said impatiently:

"I have no appetite. I won't eat."

The noise outside disappeared.

I raised my hand. The anesthetic had worn off and I could feel the pain in my hand.

It's not a severe pain, but a dense pain that can easily make people irritable.

Sun Lang frowned and put his hand down.

Looking at the pocket watch in the space, the time is already one o'clock.

He took out the remaining half of the beef, tore it apart, walked to the window and looked out.

"It's time to start in half an hour."