(Thanks to Qinglian for the drifting moon ticket encouragement)
"Bro, your drill is finished."
Liu Banxia waved to the person who borrowed his hand drill.
"Doctor, your drill, consider it a gift." That guy hurriedly said.
"Goodness, this feels like shooting a commercial. Keep it at home as a collector's item, this drill bit has saved a life." Liu Banxia said with a smile.
The guy thought about it and agreed, then happily ran over to put the hand drill away.
Earlier, he felt a bit of fear towards this thing, since it drilled through someone's skull, he'd have a psychological burden if he used it again.
But thinking about it Liu Banxia's way, he no longer felt fear. This indeed is a good item, a hand drill that saved a life, he'll use it for work when he gets home, and won't sell it for any price.
"Auntie Zheng, how's the situation on-site?" Liu Banxia asked.
"It's under full control." Zheng Yali replied.
