"I have fresh dressings, and I have an adrenaline shot, I have a set of hemostats, and a laser cauter. What I don't have is a clean place to work, and, from the looks of this place, any attempt to perform this procedure here would end up with me dying of a blood infection anyway."
Simon turned his head to the oddly dressed man. "I don't know who you are," he said, aiming the still-capped needle at the man. "But if you betray me..."
His hand was starting to shake. Simon pulled off the syringe cap with his teeth, and set the tip of the needle against his chest. "Ren-ci de Fo-zu, qing bao-you wo-men," he whispered, and then pushed the needle in, thumb depressing the plunger as the needle pierced his heart. He gasped as the shock of adrenaline in his bloodstream, limbs locking, then shaking.
His hands were still shaking a moment later when he tugged the empty syringe from his chest and dropped it back into the med kit for proper disposal later. "You... Doctor? Have... a clean r-r-room?" It would take a moment for the shock to wear down from the adrenaline. He needed to get this bullet out now.