After dinner, Ling Ran came alone to the old air-raid shelter behind the school morgue.
The air-raid shelter was left in the early years. It was used as a temporary hospital for a while, and a temporary morgue for a long time. Later, a new medical building was built, and it became a corner that no one paid attention to. Even Dogs who fall in love think the smell here is unpleasant.
Ling Ran didn't care.
When medical students first started dissecting cadavers, they were sick as hell. After two years of practice, you can practice turning a pen with your finger bones.
Of course, no one came to the morgue for a walk when there was nothing to do, especially in the evening.
Standing in the middle of the quiet air-raid shelter, Ling Ran thought to himself, the leader-level Transformers are only seven or eight meters high, a dozen meters at most, and the space should be enough.
However, what if the Transformers given by the system are too big
As Ling Ran thought about it, he clicked on the "Gift Package for Beginners" in the upper right corner of his sight with both hands and brains.
"'Master Butt Stitching' Acquired!"
A calm voice sounded in Ling Ran's mind.
At this time, when Ling Ran recalled "butt seams are legal", he thought of countless details.
The distance between two needles, the strength of suturing, the choice of suture, several ways of knotting...
"However, the one-stitch method, or the butt-stitch method, is too stingy." Ling Ran said to himself in a low voice.
"Butt seaming methods include simple intermittent suture, simple continuous suture, subcutaneous suture, squeeze suture, cross suture and continuous overlock suture, a total of six types." The systematic explanation is somewhat mechanical.
Ling Ran was not particularly satisfied and said: "No matter how many types there are, it's just a suture method. Inversion suture and tension suture have to be learned separately. Can't you give me a Transformer?"
This time, the system responded a little slowly, and after a while, it replied: "No."
"Why?"
"The medical system teaches medicine, there are no Transformers."
Ling Ran curled his lips, thinking, at least, it doesn't look like a person is sitting behind the system.
If it is a human being, when faced with the question of whether you can give a Transformer, most of them will say "What do you want a Transformer to do?"
"What does master level mean?" Ling Ran asked again.
The system voice remains unchanged: "The technical ratings from low to high are entry, professional, master and perfect, and master is the third level."
"It means that your novice gift bag is stitched in such a vain way?"
"Yes."
"Only suture?"
"Yes."
"No Transformers?"
"Yes."
Ling Ran frowned, thinking, if it wasn't for pretending, this stupid system probably wouldn't pass the Turing test (a test for judging whether the conversational partner is a human or a machine).
The few questions he just asked are the classic Turing test questions.
The same problem, when meeting normal people, even if they are not scolded, most of them will say something like "I have already said it".
Only a mechanized program can answer "yes" step by step.
However, what if this product is installed
Ling Ran shook his head. With the resources he had, there was really nothing he could do. Even if you do a complete round of the Turing test, you will encounter the same doubts.
"Well, I just missed such a good air-raid shelter for nothing." Ling Ran looked up at the sky, regretting that he didn't make use of the air-raid shelter.
Back in the dormitory, all the roommates came back after eating, but one or two were holding their mobile phones, or taking selfies, or taking pictures of each other.
"Ling Ran, hurry up and get your white coat. It's newly picked up in the warehouse. It has a lot of wrinkles. You can take it to 306 and iron it."
Chen Wanhao was the first to see Ling Ran, and after a few words of advice, he raised his phone.
"I said, is this... necessary?" Ling Ran looked helplessly at a room of medical students in white coats.
"I'm going to the hospital for an internship tomorrow. Don't you want to make a good impression on others? The white coats issued by the school are all crumpled. How can I wear them without ironing them?" Chen Wanhao put on a 45-degree sky-gazing pose while speaking, click With a sound, the camera button was pressed.
"Where's the stethoscope?" Ling Ran pointed to the red stethoscope hanging around Chen Wanhao's neck.
Chen Wanhao chuckled, and said, "I bought it myself, from 3M, I can hear it clearly, do you want to try it?"
"Is the stethoscope in the hospital not enough for you?"
"The interns were only given white coats, but no stethoscope."
"Then have you ever wondered why the school doesn't distribute stethoscopes to interns?" Ling Ran looked at Chen Wanhao sympathetically: "Stethoscopes are very expensive."
Chen Wanhao was stunned for a moment, then took off the stethoscope desolately: "Five foot baths are useless. The red one is more expensive once."
"I told you, is a stethoscope useless? What interns need most is gloves." Wang Zhuangyong, who was speaking, stretched out two white-gloved hands, which were still shaking violently.
Ling Ran didn't want to read any more, so he lowered his head and took out a banana from the drawer.
Wang Zhuangyong clicked his tongue twice: "Wow, you are a bit big."
In front of Wang Zhuangyong, Ling Ran silently cut the banana skin with a scalpel.
Wang Zhuangyong couldn't bear to look away, and said: "Ling Ran, you can practice stitching well, so you don't need to sharpen your guns before the battle."
"I'm in good condition today." Ling Ran said nonsense, turned on the desk lamp, and took out a box of Johnson & Johnson Ethicon's 70cm suture from the drawer.
This type of suture with two 0's has relatively high friction and is easy to cause pulling. It is a type that is difficult to control, and it is also a practice material recommended by many foreign medical schools. The only problem is that the cost is more expensive than domestic products, and many students are reluctant to afford the accumulated training.
Fortunately, Ling Ran's family runs a clinic, and they have little savings and understand the expenses of medical students, so they can barely cover his expenses.
Ling Ran held the tweezers in his left hand, and controlled the needle forceps with his right hand. The moment the needle landed on the skin of the banana, countless information popped up in his mind. There was no need for special consideration. With a twist of his wrist, the needle went through it smoothly.
Needle in, thread out, knotted...
On weekdays, Ling Ran has practiced pretty good stitching techniques, which is why he is not too uncommon about the so-called 'master-level butt stitching'.
However, when he got started, Ling Ran realized that he was still too young.
Details that used to require concentration to notice are now done subconsciously.
During the whole suturing process, the banana didn't move at all, it was not involved in the needle in and out at all, and it was aligned from the beginning to the end like the original version.
The distance between the two needles is exactly the same, as if measured with a ruler, and the knotting is more beautiful and tidy, like industrial tie flowers...
Accurate direction, precise strength, skillful judgment, just right puncture depth and arc, uniform and stable technique... Although it is just a simple suture technique, after serious practice, I realized that it is not simple at all.
"What the hell, you sew so fast?" Wang Zhuangyong suddenly sprang out from behind Ling Ran, grabbed the huge banana that had been sewn, and held it in front of his nose as if admiring a work of art, looking at it carefully.
Ling Ran suddenly felt the loneliness of a master: I have done so many things, you have noticed "quick".