Why are you here?

Zheng Ren could not help but refuse. Professor Charles's words had an unquestionable air to them.

Zheng Ren opened the box. There were five layers, and all kinds of scalpels were present.

The types of forceps, forceps, and retractor were all very detailed. This was definitely not a common product from a factory. It was indeed a custom product of the old man. The set of hemostatic forceps produced by the Germany factory that Zheng Ren had wanted in the past could not be compared to this set of equipment at all. It was too ordinary and crude.

"The box can be directly disinfected. No problem." Said professor Charles.

He seemed to know what Zheng Ren was thinking, and he solved the question in Zheng Ren's heart with one sentence.

Zheng Ren's hand gently touched the surgical instrument. It was cold, as if he was rejecting Zheng Ren and treating him coldly.