The Capital Commandant did not make a sound to stop this action, so Xu Shuo stepped forward directly, unwrapping the blood-soaked bandage from Manager Zhang's left arm and shoulder.
Between his shoulder and arm was a blur of flesh and blood, which had not been systematically treated, just simply bandaged to stop the bleeding.
"I have medical tools in my suitcase, could you help me fetch them?" Xu Shuo looked up to the soldier standing behind the chairs.
But after he finished speaking, the soldiers in the interrogation room remained unresponsive, as if they heard nothing.
Helpless, Xu Shuo turned his head toward the Capital Commandant and continued, "I need those tools to examine his wound, and you see he's lost so much blood, he probably won't last through many questions."
Translation: This person could die.
Second Translation: He won't last under torture.
Third Translation: Making contact with this person could afford an opportunity to pass on a message.