"Or local anesthetic, and then find a needle."
"Mr. Zhang, please wait, I'll go ask Dr. Li to get some." The train police responded and turned to head towards the front carriages.
Although there is no infirmary on the train, there are some emergency medications and medical staff available.
After a moment, a dose of local anesthetic was administered.
Finally, when the thief king stopped grimacing in pain.
Zhang Feng asked again, "On the eastern route, is there anyone who is well-informed?"
"There are many." The thief king replied initially, then felt it was too perfunctory, so he explained, "But if you mean someone who is very well-informed and has a wide social network, it would be 'President He.'
"A businessman?" Zhang Feng asked while taking out a photo of a businessman who bought medicine for a passenger, "Is this President He? Or have you seen him?"
