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... emorrhagic shock. This kind of skill is like eating and drinking.

There are some flowers in the eyes, and the patient's local tissue structure cannot be clearly observed. Still old, but I can’t, can I still have someone? Young people have rarely mastered this type of incision. This is all done with human life. In the era of peace, where are you looking for so many patients with hemorrhagic shock? !

After 5 minutes, Director Pan finally found the femoral vein. The puncture was succe ...

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